â° iâll prove it!
genre! fluff, maybe a littleeee angsty, married couple sorta au, sfw
word count! 1.9k (1,938)
pairing! felix x fem!reader
tags! reader is hinted at being neurodivergent (evil cackle), felix comforts reader, felix and reader are married, could be suggestive if you squint, proofread this time, nicknames like âloveâ and âbaby,â and âlixâ in reference to felix, mentions of insecurities (for reader), reader has dimples (are u happy now anon đ)
summary! reader is feeling insecure and having a bad day, so felix jumps in to help out! <3
a/n! i read an absolutely gut wrenching felix fic the other day and i just had to write a fic with felix in it after đ you can read the story here! i recommend it actually itâs so well written omg
the bond between you and felix had been forged in the calmer waters of childhood. you guys clicked that moment you met, like the universe laid it all out for you both in that exact second, like it went all as planned. growing up side by side, you had navigated the labyrinth known as life together and found companionship with each other over these years. felix was a sense of home to you, and he would never drag you into places you wouldnât want to be in. you two grew up being inseparable; you guys could go down any path with no worry of how bumpy the road would be cause you were powerful together. he joked often with you that there is no duo of friends better than you two, but you would argue it wasnât a joke. felix was your best friend; you were his, vice versa. the feeling of having someone at your back made you feel invincible, even though youâve always felt like an outsider. you two knew who the other was before themselves, and you could feel the connection between the two of you even when you werenât touching. you kind of knew what it was like to be different, to be alone and not getting anyone else. things were different for you because you werenât normal. not to anyone else. maybe that was all that you wanted, to blend in, but felix always says thereâs uniqueness in everyone and you just got an abundance of it. he tells you youâre lucky to not be the same person as another, which has truth to it, but you sometimes donât really get what he means either. youâre so alike yet so different at the same time. you can relate to each other on many levels yet have these differences that wonât really ever meet with one another.
but felix adores you. as the years passed and you both ventured further into the maze of life, your bond with felix only grew stronger. heâs like your rock, your constant companion, and the one person who truly understands you the best. thereâs an unspoken connection between you, a cosmic thread that bound your souls together. he has this uncanny ability to sense when you feel down. with a simple glance, he can tell if something was bothering you, and he wonât rest until he has chased away your troubles. that brunet would rather fight a man than leave you in a place you hate, or make you food he knows you donât like, or willingly let you have a bad day. he really adores you, and heâll say it just so you know.
and there was a day, one when you were younger, many years ago; in the times when people snickered at you and you still felt bad when you looked at yourself, when felix would come over with notes and a laptop to study with you, then chat after those long working intervals, when youâd tell him stories of what your history teacher said, when you were in school. so many years of being friends came to an end, but not as in heâd leave youâ no, heâd rather die than do that. when he said he liked you, and you didnât quite understand whether he meant platonically or romantically, and he had to explain to you in detail that heâd loved you for a while now, and after a few years of just dreaming of being able to hold you he simply couldnât hold it in anymore and had to tell you then that he likedâ no, loved you. and you had to take a long moment to comprehend everything he said, understand that it was real and heâs not pranking you (though initially, you figured he lost a bet and had to say all of that as punishment or something), and finally tell him that you felt like you liked him too. you tell him you love him frequently, now. he always says he loves you more, and for a while, youâd argue that that wasnât true, but each time after you said that heâd fall into this unbreakable trance and say how much he loved you, rambling on til he started repeating things, then heâd end for the day. there was new stuff he could appreciate you for everyday. how he found all of those things to pick out and love at, you donât know, but he still does all of that to this day even after youâre married.
though, no matter how many times he tells you all those things, there are bad days. bad days where the words seem to choke you up and you can barely speak, bad days when you cry and try to stop yourself from saying anything else, bad days where your emotions overwhelm you and you donât want to be around anyone, but heâs always here for you. he never leaves. he helps you through them, holds you whenever you need him, makes sure youâre eating properly every night. felix makes sure you know that heâs there for you, that he understands. he gets it. you know heâll never leave you, not now nor ever. heâs always there with you, wielding a knowing smile on his freckled face while he does all that he can to help you feel better and safe in his arms. he heals your heart, makes all your aches leave like no other.
now was one of those days. like the ones you felt back in highschool, you looked at yourself with wonder. not a happy or curious wonder, a wonder that made you feel like crying, you thought you got so unlucky to get this stupid body that probably wasnât even pretty enough for felix. youâre so lucky he even married you.
âhate this stupidâŚâ you trail off, talking to yourself as you look in the mirror and pout with both anger and sadness. âitâs just a stupid body. nothing special about it, nothing special at all. why am i so⌠ugly?â you cross your arms over your chest and frown. you felt like disappearing off the face of the earth.
you watched yourself in disappointment, wondering why you werenât satisfied with what you looked like now. it was just a bad day, where you felt sad. you didnât always think you were ugly, but now that youâve thought about this, you donât even want to show yourself to felix. you lock the door and stand in front of the mirror, watching your chest rise and fall ever so slightly while you breathe with all sorts of negative emotion.
some time passes. why werenât you out of the bathroom yet? felix thinks to himself and concludes somethingâs gotta be wrong. fifteen minutes straight in the bathroom, in complete silence? not normal.
he knocks on the door gently, a pause, then he knocks one more time.
âhey, lovely, are you doing alright?â he calls out to you. lovely wasnât exactly what you were feeling now.
âiâm okay,â you give an obvious lie without any effort to try and even sound happy.
âcan i come in?â he tries again. felix is never one to admit defeat when it comes to proving youâre beautiful, so maybe he can be of help.
âsure,â you reply weakly. âcome in.â
you unlock the door. gently creaking the door open, his eyes look through a small crack at first. then he slowly opens up the door completely and looks at you. he looks you up and down several times to see nothing wrong in his eyes, physically.
âwhatâs up?â he asks with an inviting grin on his face, a little one, coaxing you to open up to him without words. he stands behind you and wraps his arms around your waist softly, all around your tummy. your arms remain crossed and you look sad to him, but heâs not prying just yet.
âi donât feel pretty today.â
âno? why not, baby?â he asks with a warm tone, pressing an innocent kiss to the side of your head.
âi donât look pretty,â you mutter out.
âi donât think so,â he says playfully, resting his head lightly on top of yours for just a moment to try and lighten the mood with you. âi think youâre as beautiful as you can get. like always. i think youâre the prettiest girl on the planet.â
âi donât feel like it,â you insist with eyebrows furrowed just barely in a face of sadness. felix lifts his head and gently sways you side to side.
âwell,â he starts, âdo you need me to convince you? cause i can tell you all about how perfect you are, and how lovely your body is, and how awesome i think you are.â he chuckles softly behind you. âshould i?â
you crack a smile. it was practically involuntary, his smile and his laughter, its all too contagious. âyeah, please.â
he pulls you closer. âalright, i will.â he leans forward, and plants his lips against your cheek. it tickles and makes you giggle and laugh quietly, and he continues to pepper kisses to your cheeks. âwell, letâs seeâŚâ
he places his hand over your stomach. âyou tend to⌠complain about how you donât like your stomach. i think itâs one of your cutest features.â
his hands slide to your sides.
âthis waist is perfect for me. i love to hold it when i hug you, just to make you feel better.â he grins when he sees you fighting back a smile, too.
felix moves his hands to your shoulders. âi love these, too. i live to see them when you wear nice dresses. i like to massage them for you.â
now youâre smiling warmly again. felix wraps his arms all around you again, just under your chest. âthese are nice, too,â he jokes with you, wiggling his eyebrows, trying to make you laugh. you giggle at his little antics and heâs satisfied, lifting a hand to caress your hair. âyour hairâs smooth, and it always smells nice, like your shampoo.â
âyour legs,â he whispers, âare perfect as they are. thereâs nothing wrong with them at all. they look shiny when you come out of the shower.â
âdo they?â
âmhm.â
he looks at you in the mirror and pinches your cheeks, not harshly. âthese cheeks, i love their dimples. i like when you smile and they show.â just as he says that, you smile a big smile, one that shows those little dimples he speaks of.
âand last but not least⌠i love your butt.â
you burst into laughter and he smiles just as big, watching you proudly.
âsee, love? youâre so amazing, and pretty, and i love when youâre back to your normal self. donât ever think youâre ugly again, okay? i love every part of you.â
you nod and stand upright again. he turned around your entire perspective. felix completely shooed away all of your present insecurities.
âthanks, lix.â
âyouâre welcome, love. make sure to tell yourself youâre beautiful today, too, okay?â
you nod. âiâm⌠beautiful.â
âattagirl.â he ruffles your hair with playfulness and walks out of the bathroom, leaving you to have any alone time to yourself afterwards. you smile at yourself again in the mirror.
âyou werenât lying, right?â you call out.
âare you not convinced enough?!â he shouts back playfully.
âno, iâm convinced, i swear!ââ
âimma get you!â
felix runs back into the bathroom to hug you again, tight and loving as he does so. he lifts you up into his arms with some struggle, then finally gets you stable in his embrace. he marches out of the bathroom with you. âiâll prove to you iâm not lying!â
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â° melting
genre! fluff, sfw.
word count! 2.6k (2,617)
pairing! jisung x fem!reader
tags! sort of a friends to lovers trope, a little bit suggestive but not anything much, jisung and reader are close friends. not proofread again smh
summary! you and jisung try baking together, a little friendly activity with just you two; tension rises. do friends really do these things?
a/n! i am literally going crazy over jisung rn oh my gosh
âjisung!â you shout, staring at the ceiling, not taking your eyes off of it for several long seconds before your friend calls back to you. in his room, taking what he said was an important phone call.
âwhat?â
âwe have a problem!â
âgive me a sec,â he shouts back. jisung quickly wraps up his own business before he rushes back into the kitchen. an oven that was still warm, you with an apron on, standing by the counter; you guys were making cupcakes as a fun activity. jisung was helping you, though you both werenât exactly too good in the kitchen. heâd left for not very long, just a few minutes, and he comes back to see you just as you were when he left. there wasnât much wrong with the setting. not that he could tell. his mittensâ ones for the kitchenâ on that same counter, his apron was left on, the cupcakes had barely gotten out as he received that call. what was the problem?
you could practically hear the gears turning in jisung's brain as he tried to think of what could possibly be wrong in this setting. he looks down at his phone, then back at you. the guy shoves it in his back pocket, proceeding to step closer to you by the stove.
âwhatâs wrong?â
âwell, yâknow, i was trying to frost the cupcakes.â
âso?â
âdo you have a ladder somewhere?â
he gives you a puzzled expression, left eyebrow slightly lifted higher than the other in a face of confusion. âwhy would you need a ladder now?â
âwell,â you start, âif you just look upâŚâ
you point up and you both simultaneously lift your heads, necks at a rather uncomfortable angle. his eyes widen and he looks back at you, shaking his head to get some form of recollection of his own thoughts.
âwhy is there frosting on the ceiling? no, how is there frosting on the ceiling?!â
âi donât even know! you know iâm not good in the kitchen!â you retort.
âbut i left you alone for barely five minutes?!â
âjust, i donât know, okay?â
he lets out a sigh and then chuckles to himself; chuckles evolve into laughter. whatâs he giggling about?
âwhatâs so funny?â you ask with a suspicion that heâs laughing at you.
âi just didnât know that anyone could even do that. but i guess with you, you can do anything. even get frosting on the ceiling.â
âloser,â you say back in aâ youâll admitâ lame way to ignore his teasing remarks. âi donât know how to deal with that. so iâm just gonna keep frosting these cupcakes.â
âi should do it,â he suggested. âi donât want more frosting on myââ
ânope,â you start to cut him off, grabbing the piping bag slightly tighter in your hand. âmy job.â
he gives you a stern look, one that says just why, in a jisung way. now his lips are formed into a slight pout, eyebrows furrowed in that little feeling of annoyance within him. why you wouldnât just lend him the task, he couldnât comprehend. the urge to snatch it out of your hands when you least expect just to throw you off was getting stronger, but that might make things messier. so instead, he takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, and tries again. âi can take over,â he smiles.
âno,â you reply, voice firm yet gentle. âi can do it myself.â your tongue stuck out just barely from your lips in an expression of focus in the moment, you were going to ice those cupcakes and do it without jisungâs help. why? just to prove youâre more responsible in the kitchen than what showed when he was gone.
that little face of yours when you felt so set on proving you can do something so simple gave jisungâs heart a little flutter, a strange feeling, one he wasnât quite familiar with. it wasnât too bad, but he felt himself fighting back a smile and another giggle. maybe it was due to the fact that he thought you were cute, being so committed to the task, or maybe cause he enjoyed the way you reacted when you got it done; letting out an almost inaudible sigh of relief and then moving to the next âtil you got the dozen finished.
âare you sure you want to do this?â he asked. you nod vigorously, still smiling slightly. he let out a playful scoff and nudged your shoulder, though careful not to mess up your workflow.
âfine. but you should know you have frosting on your face.â
âfrosting? on my face?â you pat down your face, everywhere you think of. âhow would frosting even get there?â
âi donât know. i was just joking.â
the guy winces when you punch at his shoulderâ not harshly, rather playfullyâ and puts on a display of fake shock. he grabs his shoulder, rubbing it gently, whining softly. âyou wounded me. thatâs not what friends do.â
âdonât distract me, friend,â you say back.
he grins and watches you for a moment while you finish up. the guy has this endearing gaze when he looks at you, and he doesnât realize it until you look back at him after setting down the piping bag and blink those eyes. he realizes heâd been sort of staring.
but man, he canât help it. you look prettier than usual. but you were just a friend. just a wonderful, amazing, beautiful, awesome friend of his. that he loves dearly. that he wants to purposefully dab that vanilla frosting onto your nose and your cheeks and your lips just to kiss it off.
what?
âno, nevermind. i canât do thatâŚâ
âwhatcha thinking so hard about, weirdo?â
âhuh?â
âyou said a little something just now.â
âhuh? sorry, i zoned out.â he shakes his head and looks to the cupcakes once again. youâd done a good job and now he needed to decorate them a bit. that bottle of colorful sprinkles could finally be put to use; rainbow colors, sprinkled by yours truly, jisung. jisung thinks about how crazy he is. well, he canât deny that at some points in your friendship he considered the idea of taking it beyond just the idea of friends, but he thought he was crazy then; he still thinks heâs crazy now. only cause youâre so out of reachâ right there but still just too far.
a sigh.
âwas that a workout for you?â you comment on his reaction to something you canât determine. whyâd he just sigh? well, you couldnât know. you canât read minds, but you can sure read jisung. his face has that hint of pink and when he looks all focused on that for a reason you canât determine, somethingâs on his mindâ but what?
âwhat are you talking about?â he says back with a confused tone yet again.
âyou let out a sigh like it was so hard.â
âshut up, dude.â
giggles fill the air, all your own. youâre enjoying the feeling of teasing him and something inside jisungâs gut feels happy too, but he cant pin the reason why down, not now. your laughing, it eventually comes to a stop. jisung smiles sweetly at you, like those cupcakes you were going to eat. he also did his job well, they were sprinkled nicely.
âteamwork!â he exclaims. âwe did it!â
âwe did it,â you replied back. âand iâm hungry!â
you reach to the roll of tissues in his kitchen and break off two, one for each of you. jisung picks a cupcake for himself, and gives you the one you told him you wanted. âjust for you,â he says.
you thank him and he starts eating his cupcake as he watches you, admiring your little smile. you were always so sweet. so sweet and gentle, so kindâ maybe he really does love you.
though he is afraid, afraid to mess things up and afraid to listen to his gut feeling that was telling him he likes you because maybe itâs really saying something else. he must be all wrong. all wrong. it doesnât feel like that, though, because when you take that slow bite of your cupcake and that very tip of frosting dabs itself just barely, to the end of your nose, he feels like making a move. he stares at it for a second before deciding not to. he couldnât, itâs stupid. the feeling will be gone by tomorrow.
what if it doesnât?
âyou have frosting. on your face.â
ânice try,â you mutter back after swallowing that bite of the cupcake.
âno, really.â jisungâs voice isnât so playful, itâs more genuine, honest, and laced with something else you cannot decipher. he reaches his hand in, swooping the speck of vanilla from your face on his fingertips. you feel a little surprised that this time he was serious, and feel around your face again.
âis there more?â
âno,â he scoffs, âthat was it.â he gives you a smirk and glances to his napkin, and suddenly he doesnât feel like wiping this off his hands.
silence.
âhuh?â you asked yourself softly, a whisper. you werenât expecting the gesture and it made your heart beat faster.
a smile spreads on his face, one that makes you want to see it more. the smile is just so beautiful to you, well, he really hopes that it does. he licks at his middle finger another time.
âit didnât lose its flavor. maybe cause youâre sweet too.â
âwhy would you do that?â you ask, not cause youâre upset or confusedâ actually, confused, yesâ but out of sheer curiosity. jisung chuckles and shrugs, then moves to clean his finger off on the napkin. âi dunno,â he replies, honestly. âi just wanted to.â
a moment passes between the two of you, filled with silence and thoughts and feelings. jisung knows that this is dangerous territory, where you two could become all kinds of complicated; but he doesnât feel ready to give it up. now heâs struck with the realization that heâs been running away from himself, from feelings that heâs trying to ignore, and yet, they still exist. youâd been doing the same.
oh, but life is good as best friends, would anything further be as great? would it become awkward, silent between you? neither of you are quite sure. and neither of you can ignore it: the tension rising and the thoughts sparking everywhere. heâs scared of everything coming undone, and youâre scared of becoming attached.
âhey,â you break the silence with a quiet voice. he turns to you quickly to respond, then stops when you raise a finger to his lips. âyou know stuff like that isnât what friends do. so whyâd you do it?â
his head tilts. âdo what?â
âdo⌠that thing. with the frosting.â
âwhatâs wrong with it?â your friend laughs quietly. âitâs innocent, only a little affection.â
âbut,â you start again, âitâs embarrassing.â
âno, itâs not,â he tells you firmly, âitâs just us. yâknow? itâs fine when itâs me and you, right?â
your face feels like itâs warming up from embarrassment. this guy is unbelievable. âyeah, i know, but itâs different since weâreâŚâ you wave your hand in the air as you search for the right word. âjust, you know what i mean.â
jisung nods and hums, he does know. you donât need to say anything; because there really is no words for what he feels for you. not much that can exactly describe that feeling that he canât get over, heâs pretty sure of that. maybe he should just forget about it, pretend it never happened and pretend he doesnât have feelings for you. it wouldnât last long anyway, but it could make things a lot easier for everyone around him.
heâs in love with you.
sounds fall into silence between the two of you. neither of you know what to say anymore. or maybe you both do know what to say but you both wonât say it, either. and neither of you knew that the feeling of kissing the other was mutual.
the feeling of sharing an experience like that with you was driving him crazy, but he doesnt show that. heâs imagining it, how your lips would feel. and the taste, oh god, heâd be lying if he said that he wasnât a little turned on, okay, just a little. yeah, thatâs it.
âjesus christ, jisung, stop daydreaming and finish eating your cupcake already,â you sayâ just to mess with himâ and you hear a small chuckle leave his mouth. he shakes his head a little and mumbles out an apology. but, it didnât sound like it mattered, he was smiling even more than before and thatâs enough for you.
after a few bites you finally tell him youâve finished your cupcake, youâre gonna go home now. his eyes turn to you, almost begging you not to go, though he nods in agreement. perhaps it was a crucial moment, one where he could say all that he wanted to, but heâd rather keep his mouth shut for longer. he walks you to the door after he gave you half of the batch to keep.
âthank you,â he whispers.
âfor what?â
âthis,â he explains, âthis day, all of it. you were right. the cupcakes were great, baking them is fun. i liked watching you eat them. i liked eating them myself. it was fun. it was so fun.â
your cheeks grow warm at his words. you look at your feet, down at the floor, trying to find something to say that doesnât sound dumb. âit was fun. i had a nice time,â you murmur softly.
the two of you stand there in front of each other, not moving. you donât know why, but it was tense again. you wondered if you should say something else.
âoh, yâknow what⌠iâm sorry for what iâm about to do.â
âwhat?â you ask him softly, looking at him.
âiâm sorry,â he says again, taking you by surprise when he takes your hand in his own. he starts to rub his thumb over your knuckles and presses a deep, chaste kiss to your lips. it wasnât crazily passionate or anything, but you felt warmth, a new kind of one. it was lovely, really.
it felt different. somehow, it felt like it meant something.
âiâll text you later,â he whispers, pulling you into a tight hug. jisung rubs your back and your shoulders lovingly, itâs a gentle touch. he lets go of you after a long while, looking at your blushing face. âletâs go,â he mutters with an anxious undertone when he walks you to your car. opening the door for you, you enter your own car and mumble a goodbye, trying to close the door and leave as fast as possible so you can scream and dream all about what just happened, but jisung stops you.
âji, i gotta go.â
âi know. i just want to let you know i love you.â he averts his eyes and bites his lip, grinning at the nickname, plus other things on his mind right now. his cheeks flush pink as you stare at him and you realize something. he likes you. he has for a long time now. he wasnât looking at you when he said that, but he hopes you heard him well. and you did.
âi love you too,â you reply bashfully. he looks back at you and laughs nervously before pinching at your cheek.
âsee you. get home safely,â your friend nods.
well, heâs not much of a friend anymore.
it feels good. were you worrying for nothing?
both of you said your goodbyes, so you start up your car. he watches as you wave and drive off, and he stands outside for a bit longer than he should. he longs for you. has he got you now? upon entering his home again, jisung shuts the door behind him. realization settles into him once more and he melts.
you gotta like him back, right?
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â° âbetter?â
genre! fluff, sfw.
word count! 1.5k (1,581)
pairing! minho x gn!reader (i thinkkk this could be used with either fem or masc ??)
tags! established relationship again, hurt/comfort i think, warnings for mentions of puke, petnames such as sweetheart (to reader) also not proofread hhh
summary! youâre super sick and minho wants to help you out by showing his love for you through some acts of service <3
you sit at the edge of your bed. speechless. youâre thinking a lot, but you donât really say a word. your feet dangle off the bed and your eyes are just staring down at the floor while you just think. minho woke up earlier, youâd stayed the night and he usually gets up early anyways. you hear sounds in the kitchen. as much as youâd like to get up and see whatâs going on, you canât bring yourself to move.
you feel sick. caught a cold the other day that had evolved into more. youâre ill. maybe itâs more of a flu now. usually, if itâs your allergies, itâs a bunch of sneezing and a stuffy nose. if you really do only have a cold, you typically have the same symptoms. itâs always a guess of whether itâs allergies or a cold, and this time new effects emerged. you have a cough, and you get frequent headaches. minhoâs always trying to help you now, but it doesnât seem to be getting much better. you were worried when you first noticed it last week that minho would leave, but he hasnât, heâs been helping you through it. minhoâs probably wondering whatâs wrong with you right now. you hope he isnât too stressed out about it. how would you repay the guy after this?
âget up,â you think to yourself. feet hit the ground, youâre standing but all you can do is stay there and not move. dizziness? a little. keep going. take some steps forward. you feel heavy, like when youâre in the ocean and you come out with your swimwear full of water. whatever, just keep going.
you make your way to the kitchen where youâd assumed minho was cooking something, maybe breakfast for himself.
âminho?â you ask, voice hoarse from sleep. his head turns and looks at you with a straight face before he breaks into a small smile. your head still hurts somewhat, you think that everytime you acknowledge it, it gets worse. âdid you have a good rest?â he asks curiously while he works with some pans by the stove. you wonder what heâs making, so you ask.
âguess,â he replies to your question as he flips one of the pancakes on the pan with ease. he looks back at you after a moment of silence passes, smirking. âwell, it doesnât smell bad,â you comment hesitantly. minho snorts in his own playful manner, looking back at the pancake heâd just flipped onto the plate. âwell, you better have an appetite with you, too, because theyâre good. anything i make is good.â
âpsh. sure.â a weak smile and a couple steps forward, your fatigue is much worse. you make your way to the island and rest your elbows onto it, weight leaning onto the counter. you close your eyes tightly for several long moments; when minho turns around, his eyebrows furrow.
âsomethingâs wrong?â he asksâ well, obviously, yesâ and sets a plate with a pancake to the side while setting down a couple forks for the moment. he brushes hair out of your face. somethingâs definitely wrong.
your throat is sore and your head hurts. you try to swallow against it, but you canât seem to get any satisfaction, and it just hurts to swallow. âheadache,â you manage to mumble out. you open your eyes slowly, letting them adjust to the light. itâs already afternoon outside. why is he making breakfast? you slept in the same bed last night, you probably infected him or something. did you fall asleep on him again? god, you feel disgusting.
âare you okay?â he asks gently, reaching out and pressing the back of his hand gently to your forehead. itâs oddly warm. not feverishly warm, but unusual. he determines it could get worse from now, for sure, and goes around to grab a clean glass to fill up with water. he places it in front of you without a word, but heâs offering. youâre thinking of so much right now.
you just want to go home, but then again you kind of donât. also, without minhoâs support you might just die. not really, but itâd feel that way. ugh.
âdo you need to throw up?â he asks gently. you shake your head no, quickly. you donât want to puke up everything in your stomach. it wouldnât help anyone. you drink the water slowly, hoping it wonât taste awful. itâs just water. he holds your free wrist with a soft, soft grip and rubs circles onto it with his thumb as he stands by you while you sip slowly from the glass he had given you. the water is good. itâs clearing your head; a little. it hurts to swallow, though not as much. maybe itâs helping. you finish the glass and set it down next to you, leaning back into your hands on the table. you look over to minho and notice heâs looking back at you with concern etched across his features. he knows exactly what you need and want. heâs so good like that, when he helps you. itâs unmatched. man, you sure love your boyfriend. minho continues with his soothing movements on your wrist and the throbbing in your head isnât so bad anymore. hell, itâs practically gone.
âbetter?â
âyeah, i think. better.â
âthatâs great, love.â he smiles and leans down to try and press his lips against yours. his hands find their way to your waist and you have to stop him.
âwhatâs wrong?â
âiâll get you sick.â
he stares at you for a second with that teasing smile of his. âi donât care.â
âwhat?â
minho kisses you gently for a momentâ though it sort of feels longer than thatâ before pulling away. âi said i donât care, sweetheart. i love you.â and he does. minho loves you. thereâs nothing else that matters. thereâs never been anything else, ever since he met you. youâre his world. heâs yours. you both know that. he canât bear to even think that you donât. heâd rather suffer than lose you. minho will do anything to keep you safe. you know that, too. he knows you know. so he presses another kiss, this time to your forehead. youâre his moon, his sun and his stars; heâd never deny it.
âwant those pancakes now?â minho offers, hand still around your waist.
âoh, yeah, please.â
âthen letâs eat,â minho says, walking off to get the plate that has the food on it. he puts it down on the table for you with the fork sitting on top. you pick up the fork, taking a bite off the pancake.
âhere, too.â the guy slides over some condiments: syrup, jelly. âif you want any.â
âthanks.â
âi didnât wake you up today, did i?â he asks while sitting down.
âdonât know,â you reply with a straight face, lifting a piece of the pancake to your mouth with your fork. actually, he was right about the pancakes. these are good. super good. the syrup is warm and smooth. he rolls his eyes playfully at you.
âokay, sorry for waking you up.â
âno, itâs fine. thank you.â
âhow are you feeling?â
âa bit better. i guess it was worse on an empty stomach.â you laugh awkwardly, trying to ignore the lingering pain in your head. itâs significantly less than before, though, and for that you are grateful.
âis there anything i can do?â
âjust stay here,â you suggest, continuing eating. âmaybe cuddle me?â you say quietly with an awkward smile. minho nods and smirks again. âwont you get me sick?â he answers. âiâm only kidding. you know iâd love to. finish eating for me, âkay?â
turning his back to get another glass, you shove the remainder of whatever was left of your pancake into your mouth. they were delicious and you couldnât help yourself. he grabs another glass of water, this time for himself, and sips at it.
âyou should rest more often,â he comments as he walks over to you. you donât exactly reply while you chew. minho grins, putting the empty glass on the island. it clinks to the marble with a satisfying sound. you lean back, having finished your bite.
âwant more?â
âno. all good. full.â
âokay.â he nods and looks off into the distance, not looking at anything specifically, just kind of thinking; like the way you were this morning. he glances back at you and sets his cup down. âdo you want those cuddles now?â
with a smile and a nod, heâs next to you in a heartbeat. he picks you up, with only a momentâs worth of struggle and then carries you to the couch.
âwe can watch something, if you want. or is a screen too much on your eyes?â
âno, itâs okay. screens donât bother me,â you insist. minho goes along with it and sets you down on the long couch with him. heâs laying down against the armrest, back facing the corner while youâre in front of him. his arms are wrapped all around you and he just kind of lays with you there, head buried into your shoulder from behind. he giggles breathily.
âhas that headache of yours gone?â he asks while he grabs the control to the television.
âmostly.â
âgood.â
he clicks around and finds your favorite show, your comfort one, and while he canât see your face well he knows youâre smiling. he starts the first episode, right from the beginning, and cuddles up to you warmly.
âi donât care if i get sick,â he reminds you.
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â° ice skating with i.n.
genre! fluff, sfw.
word count! 1k (1,014)
warnings! n/a, only a bit of cursing lol and some pet names such as baby and the nickname âinnie.â should be it ??? not proofreadâŚ
pairing! jeongin x fem!reader (though i think it could be used as gn!reader tooâŚ)
tags! established relationship, fluff, jeongin is teasing and playful w/ you on the ice, but allâs good
summary! you and jeongin go ice skating for a little date and heâs way better at it than you, and he is having a lot of fun while teaching you and teasing you at the same time
âtwo people,â he says to the guy at the front counter. jeongin brought you to an ice skating rink. you told him you couldnât skate, but he insisted that it would be fun and that heâd teach you all about how to do it anyway. you reluctantly agreed and here you are. jeongin gives the man your shoe sizes and then he comes back with two pairs of ice skates in each of your sizes. âthank you,â mumbles jeongin with a small bow, almost more like a nod, and enters the huge room in which contains the rink.
itâs immediately much colder, and thereâs only a few people at the rink today. you feel a little nervous and shiver at the sudden change in temperature; jeongin had warned to bring a jacket. thank goodness you complied.
âgo sit by those benches, thatâs where you change your shoes, see?â he says as he walks you over while he holds your wrist gently, giving you a tug.
he was wearing a long coat and you were wearing a fuzzy sweater. it was the warmest you had. he sits you down and smiles. âjust take off your shoes and change into these,â he instructs with a casual tone and places your skates next to you. âbalance is key. donât panic. iâll guide you,â he chuckles. he takes off his own shoes and you do the same.
âthese are kind of tight,â you comment with a hushed voice as you slip your feet inside them. âtheyâre supposed to be,â he replies. âdo you need help?â you shake your head slightly and tie the laces after putting both on. he nods in reply, leaning back on the bench slightly as he waits, heâs already put on his own skates. the guy watches your movements to see any struggle.
âgood, now just stand up when youâre ready, donât worry. iâll be right behind you,â he tells you. you stand up slowly, trying not to wobble too much. he helps you balance yourself. youâre so careful to not fall or slip, but the feeling is so wildly foreign you canât help but wobble. youâre sure that if you fall youâd hurt yourself somehow or break something. you try to keep yourself steady. âyou can do it!â jeongin encourages you.
he leads you onto the ice, right behind you for every step. âthatâs it, youâre doing well.â you inch closer, little by little, and you get onto the ice. people are smoothly gliding about on just the other side, but here you are at the entrance with no clue how to even move.
âokay, hereâs where it gets tricky. you canât just crab walk on the ice. you should make smooth motions. let me show you, yeah?â
âyes, please, innie,â you say sort of playfully. he grins back at you.
âso, you should stand like this. your feet should be at an angle, like so.â he demonstrates for you. âthere should be a little bend at your knee. well, thatâs what helped me. try it.â
you copy his moves as best as you can. he instructs for you to bend more or bend less, to maintain balance, to do all of this. itâs almost overwhelming, learning a new skill.
âgood! now, to move, just bring your knee inwards. then slowly push it out. lookâŚâ
he does as he said himself: bringing the knee inwards, one foot at a time, and gliding, pushing out. he moves.
âthen you do the same for the other. go slow as you start. and donât be afraid of falling, the ice wonât hurt you,â he jokes. you shake your head and sort of stare at the floor. doing your best to do as he did, you bring your leg in, pushing outâŚ
you move, but you start to worry. oh god, how do you steer on these things? your leg just kind of goes wherever, desperate to not fall, but alas, you drop to the floor right on your butt. jeongin lets out a gasp and then walks over to you. laughing softly, he offers you a hand.
âthatâs okay! see, falling isnât as bad as you think. itâs just⌠cold. and you should dust off your ass.â
âshut up,â you mutter shyly.
âitâs fine, nobody cares. everybody falls at some point when they learn how to do this and youâre no different. donât even worry. just get up, silly.â
taking his hand, you very slowly stand up and he stables you. âall good?â
you give a nod and look around for a bit before your eyes return to his. he smirks and his eyes fold like crescents.
âdonât give me that look.â
âwhat? iâm not even doing anything.â
âyouâre planning something,â you accuse him.
âwhat makes you think that? i mean, youâre right, but howâd you know?â
âyouâre obvious! that stupid look you give.â
âoh, donât be so mean. câmon, i just wanted to spin you.â
âno. donât you dare spin me. iâll really die, jeongin, do not spin me.â
âitâs not that bad of a proposal! you should take the offer, itâs fun.â
âno.â
âplease, baby?â
ânah.â
âseriously?â
âyes.â
âoh, yes as in you want me to spin you?â
âno! thatâs not what iââ
youâre cut off and jeongin spins you around, not too fast that it makes you dizzy, but it was scary in a way. but it was fun. hey, it was fun! but you canât admit that to jeongin. nope.
âoh, donât ever do that again.â
âreally? you didnât enjoy that?â he teases.
âno.â
âcome on, donât be like that.â
âi am being like that! youâre making fun of me!â you exclaim.
âyeah, and i can do it more,â he laughs. heâs such a tease sometimes.
âno spinning.â
he lets out a hearty chuckle and looks into you with a little smile and those pretty eyes of his. âfine, fine, no spinning, as per my princessâ request. promise.â
âthank you,â you say with a playful tone before looking down at the ice again.
âmaybe ice skating is fun.â
âmaybe?â
âoh, shut up.â
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@ HYUNJZONE âď¸ about me boundaries
HI!!! iâm a writer. wanna know more?
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a lot of times iâll just throw short writings in because i felt like it. like just little thoughts i had to let off my chest they might be horny LMAO
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iâm much better at writing fluff actually
i do member x reader and iâm better at writing with fem reader but yk what i donât mind expanding my horizons
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thanks for reading
this was supposed to be short :P âŚ
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