mundane127

[mundane127]

i just wanna watch tv / m.taeil

inspired by this really cute illustration by Paige Tompkins on instagram (@paige_on_a_page)💕

here's some domestic! lazy day! taeil because i am missing taeil a lot!

it was a constant battle, a challenge between the fastest of hands and the earliest bird. it would determine whether you would be bored to no end or deeply enthralled, while of course, everyone's choice is subjective. there is no doubt about how much you and taeil love your flat-screen television. man's best creation that allowed the world you've never had the chance to explore to magically appear on that slim layer of perfectly engineered bulbs, wafers, and circuits. did you mention that this is no ordinary flat screen? it's the newest flat-screen with enhanced color and had the highest definition of all television sets in the market. taeil's friends flock to the living room whenever they come over to play video games, instantly after dropping their gifts on the kitchen counter and screaming a quick hello to you.

today, unfortunately, you emerged second place and taeil was the king of the television. he must have secretly set an alarm and prepared his cereal choice the night before because lo and behold, you were awoken by conversations from what seemed like a documentary. pushing your comforter away, you put on your plush slippers and walked towards the living room. the glow of the TV blinded your eyes a little as you squint at the title.

"love transit 2"

ah, taeil's favorite programme. how could you have forgotten that today was the broadcast of the latest season and of course, taeil has to be up first to binge it. you panned your vision to see the love of your life, cross-legged and leaning into the crevice of the sofa, savouring a bowl of now soggy cereal between his palms, while still in his loved muji striped pajamas, clearly extremely absorbed to realize your presence.

you sauntered towards the empty spot beside him, shoulders sagged in defeat. leaning your legs against the wall as you lay upside down, watching the contestants and panelists dissect every micro-detail with every tiny action made. you weren't exactly the biggest fan of reality series because they lingered in the grey area of a drama and a documentary which kept you guessing if they were truthful and natural.

like a well-conditioned cat butler, taeil places his cold palms on your exposed belly, giving it small scratches and rubs, but his eyes never once left the screen.

"blood is going to rush to your head like that, sit right." even when he was engrossed, he was still so wary of your well-being.

the position of the remote control caught your attention. right in the middle between you and him - almost less than an arm distance away. peeking up to see taeil lifting his bowl to his lips to sip on the milk, you exploited that momentary vulnerability. reaching your hands out, your fingers deftly gets hold of the top of the remote control. so close to victory, only for five tiny feet fingers (aka toes) to anchor them back down.

turning to taeil, you see his eyes now fixated on you and an evil grin etched on his lips. he slowly sets the empty bowl on the coffee table, his toes simultaneously dragging your precious remote control towards his side,

"nuh uh baby, you know the rules. remember when you made me binge watch the shrek franchise with you? and now you shall feel my wrath." taeil scoffs before letting out a despicable laugh.

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[mundane127]

personal fav piece ive written at the moment bcs it brought comfort to me as i wrote

pov (point of view).

moon taeil x reader

angst-fluff. everyone has those days that they need a little more reassurance. today was one of those days.

tw: mentions of food, slight reference to low esteem and anxiety

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#taeil scenarios #taeil scenario #nct scenarios #nct scenario #taeil imagine #taeil imagines #nct imagine #nct imagines

[mundane127]

pov (point of view).

moon taeil x reader

angst-fluff. everyone has those days that they need a little more reassurance. today was one of those days.

tw: mentions of food, slight reference to low esteem and anxiety

how does that sun stay so positive even when the dark grey skies of an incoming storm threatens its glow? why do rainy days always come even though people grumble about it? it's because of the love and admiration they receive; it may not be from everyone but as long as there is one, it was enough to help them to know their worth.

laying in your bed at four in the morning as you think about the events of yesterday. it was one of those day where your boss scrutinized your work down to the smallest details, where your colleagues seemed to not understand your stress and worries as they got about their day laughing and playing around as usual. it was one of those days where you just stood and stared at yourself in the bathroom mirror and wondered if there was a life greater than this awaiting you in another dimension. looking at the drooping eye bags, tired skin and hollow eyes that reflected from the glass, you even wondered if you were deserving of your boyfriend's love.

that is the power of the human brain. it is strong enough to release bursts of energy, joy and confidence but also doubt, fear and sadness like a flick of a switch - which was why you are here wide awake, lips quivering to stop a sob from escaping while the warm palms of taeil's hands laid softly on your waist, fast asleep and unaware of your current state.

you turned your body to face taeil. looking at him sound asleep, a soft snore rumbles in his chest. wrapping an arm around his waist, you snuggled deeper in his embrace like it was a life buoy stopping you from descending deeper into your dark thoughts. his warmth reaffirmed you that you were in a safe space, where you can spill the loudest thoughts in your head in the quietest of nights.

"i don't think i deserve you. i work so hard to earn a tiny paycheck. i don't look beautiful all year round that i get ashamed of myself sometimes too. i'm too scared to even stand up for myself sometimes. i'm so scared that you regret meeting someone like me and leave me one day." words came naturally just like the tears in your eyes. thank goodness taeil was a heavy sleeper and probably didn't hear all the things you said. probably.

sleep overcame you as the tears on your cheeks dried up. with less than four hours of rest, even your sleep was unfulfiling. there was that gnawing feeling of dread and misery, that imminent urge of not wanting to get through another day. you pulled yourself out of bed, giving up on the idea of slumber entirely and dragged yourself to start your day. to your surprise, taeil was nowhere in sight when you woke up since you were always up first to get ready.

walking to the kitchen, you watch taeil cook something over the stove as he tilts his head once in awhile to watch the toaster. the coffee machine whirrs and bubbles as the steaming black liquid boils. despite the drowsiness in your eyes, your brain was hyperfocused as ever. like a natural attraction, you hugged your lover's waist, inhaling the musky scent of his shirt.

"you're up already? ah i wanted to serve you breakfast in bed." taeil laughs sheepishly, hands still busy tossing the scrambled eggs in the pan.

your rock, your anchor and your safe space. moon taeil was your safe haven where no one can hurt you.

assembling the dish perfectly even with you koala-hugging him, he leads you to the dining table with breakfast in hand. you take a deep whiff of the food, the savoury aroma perking your senses.

"try it." taeil urged you, taking a small sip of his coffee.

taking a spoonful of scrambled eggs into your mouth, your eyes widened at how delicious it was.

"ah y/n you're overreacting. it probably isn't even that good." taeil brushes off the compliment you hinted with your excitement.

"are you serious, taeil? this tastes amazing! gordon ramsay is about to become jobless just because of these scrambled eggs." you praised him. taking a few more bites, your body danced in happiness which made taeil smile shyly.

after breakfast, you went on to get ready for work. you were 49.9999% convinced you wanted to take the day off but the thought of taking an unpaid leave made you antsy.

taeil fixes his sleeves of his dress-shirt as you sat at your vanity table. you watched as he struggles with his uneven sleeves and untied tie around his neck. you laughed to yourself quietly at how silly yet adorable he looked as you slowly stand up to go to his side.

"watch me." you pointed at his sleeves and he nods like a little boy.

unrolling his sleeves, you fix the crease and unbuttoned the sleeve before slowly rolling it up evenly and ending with the button. fixing his tie, taeil looks at you in awe as all you needed was a couple of twists and his tie was ready.

"i can't even fix my own work wear, what am i?" taeil sighs into his palms. you peeled his hands away and plant a kiss on his forehead.

"baby, don't say that. at least you make amazing scrambled eggs, am i right?" you reassured him.

the day went by as usual - mundane and monotonous. the day seemed like a dull painting devoid of colours. hunched over your work desk, you work tirelessly and ignoring your fatigue and emotions from the day before. like clockwork, you leave office as usual to hop on the evening train home.

the pitter patter of rain dotted your hair as you mentally cursed the weather. just like a guardian angel, taeil was already waiting for you at the convenience store near your apartment with an umbrella in hand.

"waited long, love?" you asked him as you cross your arms with his. he pursed his lips, and just shrugged his shoulders, making you guess there was something heavy in his mind.

"c'mon let's go home and i'll make you the ramen you like." you tried to cheer him up, pulling him home happily.

you knew taeil's favorite ramen by heart. he only eats one brand of ramen, a slice of cheese and a side of sunny side up separately on a plate doused with sesame oil.

he took a little longer to freshen himself up today, making you a little anxious. when he finally appears, your heart calms down a little. sitting him down on the chair, you placed the chopsticks right into his hand.

"go on, love." it was your turn to urge him to eat this time.

"i asked my boss for a raise today," he starts, eyes still on his bowl of noodles.

"and he told me that i wasn't performing good enough to be considered for a raise." he sighs, slowly setting the chopstick down beside the bowl.

"oh love. don't feel bad. i know you're a hardworker and you just got to give it some time and he'll see how good you are, hm? i know how hard you work, taeil. you're probably the best in your department." you take his big hands into yours, your thumbs gently rubbing against his skin.

"i promised you i'd give you a good life, y/n." taeil looked utterly crushed. just like you the day before.

"baby, we're comfortable now. aren't we? so don't worry, i'm happy just being with you." you genuinely meant every word, bring his hands to your lips, you plant a kiss on his knuckles.

taeil looks up to meet your eyes, putting both your hands down onto the table.

"y/n. thank you for being by my side. you may not be able to see it yourself, but you are a strong person." he draws tiny patterns on your palms as he speak.

"the scrambled egg i made was from the recipe you stuck on the fridge after you spent weeks researching and trying. the way you effortlessly fixed my sleeves and tie makes me love you even more. how you try to be positive for me even though you have a sadness that no one could tell, raging in you since yesterday. and most importantly, how you trust me with your happiness and your love. if you could tell yourself all those pretty things you told me today, i hope it'll chase away some of your sadness." taeil looks into your eyes now, glossy just like yours.

"if you could see yourself from my point of view, you will understand why i will never leave you. so i want you to love you like how i love you and trust yourself like how i trust you. because you deserve to know how wonderful of a person you are. thank you for being you." leaning forward, he plants a kiss on you forehead, bring you back into your safe space.

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[mundane127]

...can anyone see this?... am i...perhaps...shadow banned? share your thoughts or how lonely your valentines day is, anything!

prologue: love back.

lawyer! jaehyun x cupid! reader

fluff, angst, language

~500 words

a competent but haughty lawyer by day and serious party animal and playboy by night, jaehyun is giving cupid! y/n a hard time in tallying the relationship status of all seven billion people on earth before the big day. to prevent him from making her life more miserable, she comes down to earth to teach jaehyun a lesson.

🍯 an estimated two-part valentine series for valentines' day boy jaehyun inspired by why don't we's love back!

“What in the flying cupid bows and arrows are wrong with the numbers on this report?” you groaned out loud, earning a couple of eyes on your dishevelled self.

As the Head Auditor Cupid, you were here to make sure the number of couples and breakups tallied and were reported concisely and accurately before the biggest event of the year for the cupids, Valentines’ Day.

Without the right numbers, the cupids were going to create either a colossal number of singles or God knows, three-timing partners in a relationship.

“This needs to add up!” watching the blaring red digits sitting on the digital clock on the wall, ticking and counting down to the next Valentines’ Day in four days’ time.

Inputting the data once more, an error message reappears for what seemed like the millionth time in 2 days. You were running out of patience and energy, slogging away to find that one culprit who keeps messing with your numbers.

Fixing your halo, you tucked your chair a little closer to your desk and your hair behind your ears. Scrolling down seven billion people worth of data, your eyes scanned every single information, before landing on the person you were looking for,

“Found you, you little son of a –“ cursing under your breath until you were interrupted by the Boss Cupid.

“Y/N! How are those numbers looking? Ready for the next season of love?” his enthusiasm made you cringe, silently wishing he could be in your place instead to do all these counting. Flashing him a forced smile, you assured him to see him off so he would leave you alone to deal with the problem. Clicking on the biodata linked to the name, you retrieved all his information,

“Jung Jaehyun. Date of Birth, 14th February. Corny."

"Lawyer, club-hopper and one-time…what? Men’s Daily centrefold?” letting out an exasperated grumble, you thought in utter disbelief about how it was always these Valentines’ Day babies that were messing up the tally, just like someone did five years ago.

“Relationships in 2021: 23. Average mortality: 2 days. Shortest relationship: 2 hours?! What is this dude? Did he get married while he was drunk in Vegas or something?!” yes, indeed, his shortest relationship was in fact, 2 hours and he did get married to a stranger in a tiny Las Vegas chapel called, 'Cupid's Bow'. Eye roll.

In your history of cupid-ship, this was probably the worst case of playboy issues. If you were to let him slide and sweep the problem under the rug, Jaehyun was just going to keep on doing this. Your numbers are potentially fucked up for the next decade and unlike humans, you don’t get a pay raise nor enough annual leaves to handle the stress you faced today for the next century. It’s time to play by your own rules and screw the stupid cupid protocols.

To make matters worse, your halo was starting to crack and that meant that you were going to lose your powers if you don’t take action now.

“Off to Earth we go to teach this asshole a lesson. He needs to know that he is messing with the wrong cupid.” rolling up your sleeves, you stuffed your halo into your bag and put on your comfiest pair of shoes, ready to get Jaehyun to stop screwing your job up and also to get your powers back.

#self reblog #beating the influx of jaehyun fics! #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun scenarios #jaehyun scenario

[mundane127]

love back. [j.jaehyun]

lawyer! jaehyun x cupid! reader

fluff, angst, language

~500 words

a competent but haughty lawyer by day and serious party animal and playboy by night, jaehyun is giving cupid! y/n a hard time in tallying the relationship status of all seven billion people on earth before the big day. to prevent him from making her life more miserable, she comes down to earth to teach jaehyun a lesson.

“What in the flying cupid bows and arrows are wrong with the numbers on this report?” you groaned out loud, earning a couple of eyes on your dishevelled self.

As the Head Auditor Cupid, you were here to make sure the number of couples and breakups tallied and were reported concisely and accurately before the biggest event of the year for the cupids, Valentines’ Day.

Without the right numbers, the cupids were going to create either a colossal number of singles or God knows, three-timing partners in a relationship.

“This needs to add up!” watching the blaring red digits sitting on the digital clock on the wall, ticking and counting down to the next Valentines’ Day in four days’ time.

Inputting the data once more, an error message reappears for what seemed like the millionth time in 2 days. You were running out of patience and energy, slogging away to find that one culprit who keeps messing with your numbers.

Fixing your halo, you tucked your chair a little closer to your desk and your hair behind your ears. Scrolling down seven billion people worth of data, your eyes scanned every single information, before landing on the person you were looking for,

“Found you, you little son of a –“ cursing under your breath until you were interrupted by the Boss Cupid.

“Y/N! How are those numbers looking? Ready for the next season of love?” his enthusiasm made you cringe, silently wishing he could be in your place instead to do all these counting. Flashing him a forced smile, you assured him to see him off so he would leave you alone to deal with the problem. Clicking on the biodata linked to the name, you retrieved all his information,

“Jung Jaehyun. Date of Birth, 14th February. Corny."

"Lawyer, club-hopper and one-time…what? Men’s Daily centrefold?” letting out an exasperated grumble, you thought in utter disbelief about how it was always these Valentines’ Day babies that were messing up the tally, just like someone did five years ago.

“Relationships in 2021: 23. Average mortality: 2 days. Shortest relationship: 2 hours?! What is this dude? Did he get married while he was drunk in Vegas or something?!” yes, indeed, his shortest relationship was in fact, 2 hours and he did get married to a stranger in a tiny Las Vegas chapel called, 'Cupid's Bow'. Eye roll.

In your history of cupid-ship, this was probably the worst case of playboy issues. If you were to let him slide and sweep the problem under the rug, Jaehyun was just going to keep on doing this. Your numbers are potentially fucked up for the next decade and unlike humans, you don’t get a pay raise nor enough annual leaves to handle the stress you faced today for the next century. It’s time to play by your own rules and screw the stupid cupid protocols.

To make matters worse, your halo was starting to crack and that meant that you were going to lose your powers if you don’t take action now.

“Off to Earth we go to teach this asshole a lesson. He needs to know that he is messing with the wrong cupid.” rolling up your sleeves, you stuffed your halo into your bag and put on your comfiest pair of shoes, ready to get Jaehyun to stop screwing your job up and also to get your powers back.

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[mundane127]

new stuff! do take a look👁👁

THINK AGAIN.

tw: graphic, violence, blood, cursing, stalking, yandere behavior. inspired by conan gray's 'maniac', listen to get a gist. pure fiction, do not imitate.

1.7k. yandere! oc x haechan

bottles of makeup laid amongst shards of glass from broken perfume pearls as cream white pearls from the necklace you once wore everywhere you go, roll under any crevice it can find. your hurricane of emotions destroyed anything that was in your way. you were fuming with anger, blood boiling with fists balled but at the same time you were devastated, yelling and bawling your eyes out. but now you're just laying on the memories of the love you always wanted.

you worked hard for this love you once had with lee haechan. the boy with beautiful tan skin, suave smile and a smooth way with his words. it was love at first sight; when he winked at you after he struck a goal at the ice hockey championships and you just felt your heart beat erratically - like a switch turned on or an unexpected bridge in a song that catches you offguard - a good kind of change from that monotonous tempo.

you call it loving deeply, enthusiastic and committed but others see it as infatuated, overcompensating and sometimes obsessive. lee haechan knows that you exist and that was why he winked at you. he felt something for you, right? he is offering you a chance to steal his heart and if you let this slip through your fingers, you swear that you were going to regret it so bad.

it started with stealing glances - small peeks from behind a school magazine as he attends training, then between empty shelves in the library as he reads his comics. lunchtime was spent watching him socialize with his usual boisterous bunch (whom which you never liked) and feeling your cheeks flush everytime you hear haechan laugh like a little boy. you would catch him looking into your eyes once in awhile and this only confirmed your suspicion of his feelings for you.

feeling braver and bolder, you pressed that follow button on his instagram and scrolled through his social media, scrutinizing every single profile of his male and female friends. you needed to first get into his circle, then closer, closer and finally, next to him. switching out painfully boring black for pastel and curling your straight hair into volumous locks, your love and passion burning red like the cherry red lipstick you were gliding across your lips. sighing hopelessly as you swoon over his picture that was pasted on your dressing table mirror - leaning in you planted a sweet kiss, your lipstick staining the film. you're mine.

all it took was a little more sway in your hips, more confidence in your walk and a tiny tug of war of flirtatious exchange and haechan was taking you out on dates and stealing your breath with his hungry kisses - hook, line, and sinker. now that his arms are around your waist, your body pulled close to him as the both of you navigate your way through a packed dancefloor, you could admire his unbelievably long eyelashes and the beauty marks on his soft cheeks that you would never imagine you will ever get to see. this is love, your ultimate treasure and no one was ever going to take it away from you.

doing your due diligence, you did what you needed to do to make sure other girls kept their eyes to themselves and not on your lover. keeping them in line, they feared the day you ever catch them even a centimeter near haechan and their most dangerous secrets would be leaked with a potential of ruining them to bits. his friends shudder when they see you, knowing well how you enjoyed his 100% attention and none to be given to them. call it selfish, but you felt like the most contented person on earth - and what do you get for being nice all the time? your feelings being walked all over for not being enough.

just like a ziptie tightly clasping against the skin, haechan felt the constrictive burden of a relationship with you suffocating. he needed to constantly assure you he was home and not at the club or if he was training late and you would come down to watch him wrap up and walk home with him. with liquid confidence flowing through his boozed being, he called everything off. rambling about how you controlled his every move and he never really loved you and it was because he just enjoyed being loved by many and your dedicated eyes always made him feel worshipped. to him, you were nothing but a stalker infatuated with him that drove him mad.

his words stung like a million bees slowly picking on your skin and the world you created with all the love you had for him crumbling down to its foundation. and that's how you found yourself smiling to yourself as you laid amongst the debris of your efforts to get haechan. tears fully dried and throat slightly hoarse from wailing, you picked yourself up, reaching for his picture. your lipstick stain over his smiling face, you scoffed. think again, lee haechan.

knowing his schedules like the back of your hand and his fault for being so public online, you knew he was at the club, with a new chick in his arms. one thing you hate other than losing is someone giving you the wrong answer. haechan was so darn wrong for throwing you away for jisoo and you were going to make him change his answer, your way. you put on a new layer of makeup and painted your nails with a fresh coat of red, to match the blood that was about to be in your hands.

innocent lambs like jisoo were easy to eliminate. you pull her to an empty corner in school and threaten her with her fake persona that she was putting up all this while and how you were going to tell the whole town that her family was broke and she needed haechan's family to support them and she was nothing compared to you, inferior. and when she least expects it, you push her slightly, losing her balance, she rolls down the stairs hard enough to break an arm and leg but of course not enough to let her miss the part where you get lee haechan back and she returns to being a nobody like she always was. typical technique in the villain textbook.

a few days later, you received a call from haechan, crying. he was probably drunk and finally coming to his senses how she was nothing compared to you. silly boy.

'i was wrong for letting you go. jisoo is nothing like you. please meet me and we can talk things out. i love you so much.'

ah, the words and tune you always wanted to hear. the melodic cries of regret and desperate pleas for forgiveness. putting a little tension in your throat, you sniffed a little, pretending to be miserable and crying for the past month since he dumped you,

'sure sweetheart. come over to my place.'

a few hours later, you hear the doorbell ring. rushing to your mirror, you fixed your hair, puckering your lips and blowing a kiss to yourself. rushing down the steps, you opened the door. you felt the butterflies of the first time haechan picked you up for a date to have dinner under the stars. though he was slightly more sombre and looked, bluntly speaking, weak and pathetic, he will always be your sweetheart. he steps forward, looking down in shame and tears still flowing from his eyes, you brush your thumb against his cheeks to wipe his tears away. you thought to yourself, people really don't know what they miss until they're gone.

haechan looks up slowly to meet your eyes, his dark orbs burning a black flame of inferno. just when he thought he had the upper hand of this game, you grabbed struck him with the bat you hit behind your thighs and you heard the sharp clank of the metal knife resonating in your quiet neighbourhood. a literal backstabber.

dragging his unconcious body into your house, you sat him on your dining chair. tying his hands and legs to the furniture to make sure he will never you leave again. going into your kitchen, you fetched your first aid kit. tucking his hair back, you slowly cleaned the wound from his head, gently stitching him up. pressing a delicate kiss on your forehead and his eye, your hands caress his face softly. why do you make me do things i don't want to do?

you watch as his long eyelash flutter like the wings of a butterfly. his wide chest heaving and grasping for air, gaining consciousness like a doll with a new life breathed into it.

'haechan sweetheart, you okay?' you ask innocently, watching as he slurred and struggled to form a proper sentence.

'y/n, you need help. you're fucking crazy.' he spits in a powerless rage.

'no silly. i need you. and you need me,'

'remember haechan, if only you loved me more, you would have known that i'm always a hundred steps ahead of you. to think that you tried to kill me?' clicking your tongue, you grabbed the bat that was at your side once more, you traced his knee down to his shin and finally driving the tip of the bat down into his foot, eliciting a trapped scream.

'tell me one wrong answer and you can kiss ice hockey goodbye. and you can forget about ever running away from me.' you warned him.

'you wouldn't dare.' he challenged you with the remaining energy he has.

'you better think again, lee haechan. are you sorry for what you said and want to be by my side forever?'

raising the bat, you positioned yourself like a pro after doing baseball throughout middle school. haechan sang a different tune now; apologizing and begging you to spare him and how he loved you incessantly. feeling satisfied with his behavior, you tossed your bat away, playing with his hair between your fingers. tugging his head back harshly unlike the gentle way the old you would have done so, you made yourself comfortable on his lap. you let out a small sigh, smug and knowing you won this game, you snuggled in the crook of his neck,

'let's just be together for a long time andi love you so much i'll never, ever let you go.'

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[mundane127]

THINK AGAIN.

tw: graphic, violence, blood, cursing, stalking, yandere behavior. inspired by conan gray's 'maniac', listen to get a gist. pure fiction, do not imitate.

1.7k. yandere! oc x haechan

bottles of makeup laid amongst shards of glass from broken perfume pearls as cream white pearls from the necklace you once wore everywhere you go, roll under any crevice it can find. your hurricane of emotions destroyed anything that was in your way. you were fuming with anger, blood boiling with fists balled but at the same time you were devastated, yelling and bawling your eyes out. but now you're just laying on the memories of the love you always wanted.

you worked hard for this love you once had with lee haechan. the boy with beautiful tan skin, suave smile and a smooth way with his words. it was love at first sight; when he winked at you after he struck a goal at the ice hockey championships and you just felt your heart beat erratically - like a switch turned on or an unexpected bridge in a song that catches you offguard - a good kind of change from that monotonous tempo.

you call it loving deeply, enthusiastic and committed but others see it as infatuated, overcompensating and sometimes obsessive. lee haechan knows that you exist and that was why he winked at you. he felt something for you, right? he is offering you a chance to steal his heart and if you let this slip through your fingers, you swear that you were going to regret it so bad.

it started with stealing glances - small peeks from behind a school magazine as he attends training, then between empty shelves in the library as he reads his comics. lunchtime was spent watching him socialize with his usual boisterous bunch (whom which you never liked) and feeling your cheeks flush everytime you hear haechan laugh like a little boy. you would catch him looking into your eyes once in awhile and this only confirmed your suspicion of his feelings for you.

feeling braver and bolder, you pressed that follow button on his instagram and scrolled through his social media, scrutinizing every single profile of his male and female friends. you needed to first get into his circle, then closer, closer and finally, next to him. switching out painfully boring black for pastel and curling your straight hair into volumous locks, your love and passion burning red like the cherry red lipstick you were gliding across your lips. sighing hopelessly as you swoon over his picture that was pasted on your dressing table mirror - leaning in you planted a sweet kiss, your lipstick staining the film. you're mine.

all it took was a little more sway in your hips, more confidence in your walk and a tiny tug of war of flirtatious exchange and haechan was taking you out on dates and stealing your breath with his hungry kisses - hook, line, and sinker. now that his arms are around your waist, your body pulled close to him as the both of you navigate your way through a packed dancefloor, you could admire his unbelievably long eyelashes and the beauty marks on his soft cheeks that you would never imagine you will ever get to see. this is love, your ultimate treasure and no one was ever going to take it away from you.

doing your due diligence, you did what you needed to do to make sure other girls kept their eyes to themselves and not on your lover. keeping them in line, they feared the day you ever catch them even a centimeter near haechan and their most dangerous secrets would be leaked with a potential of ruining them to bits. his friends shudder when they see you, knowing well how you enjoyed his 100% attention and none to be given to them. call it selfish, but you felt like the most contented person on earth - and what do you get for being nice all the time? your feelings being walked all over for not being enough.

just like a ziptie tightly clasping against the skin, haechan felt the constrictive burden of a relationship with you suffocating. he needed to constantly assure you he was home and not at the club or if he was training late and you would come down to watch him wrap up and walk home with him. with liquid confidence flowing through his boozed being, he called everything off. rambling about how you controlled his every move and he never really loved you and it was because he just enjoyed being loved by many and your dedicated eyes always made him feel worshipped. to him, you were nothing but a stalker infatuated with him that drove him mad.

his words stung like a million bees slowly picking on your skin and the world you created with all the love you had for him crumbling down to its foundation. and that's how you found yourself smiling to yourself as you laid amongst the debris of your efforts to get haechan. tears fully dried and throat slightly hoarse from wailing, you picked yourself up, reaching for his picture. your lipstick stain over his smiling face, you scoffed. think again, lee haechan.

knowing his schedules like the back of your hand and his fault for being so public online, you knew he was at the club, with a new chick in his arms. one thing you hate other than losing is someone giving you the wrong answer. haechan was so darn wrong for throwing you away for jisoo and you were going to make him change his answer, your way. you put on a new layer of makeup and painted your nails with a fresh coat of red, to match the blood that was about to be in your hands.

innocent lambs like jisoo were easy to eliminate. you pull her to an empty corner in school and threaten her with her fake persona that she was putting up all this while and how you were going to tell the whole town that her family was broke and she needed haechan's family to support them and she was nothing compared to you, inferior. and when she least expects it, you push her slightly, losing her balance, she rolls down the stairs hard enough to break an arm and leg but of course not enough to let her miss the part where you get lee haechan back and she returns to being a nobody like she always was. typical technique in the villain textbook.

a few days later, you received a call from haechan, crying. he was probably drunk and finally coming to his senses how she was nothing compared to you. silly boy.

'i was wrong for letting you go. jisoo is nothing like you. please meet me and we can talk things out. i love you so much.'

ah, the words and tune you always wanted to hear. the melodic cries of regret and desperate pleas for forgiveness. putting a little tension in your throat, you sniffed a little, pretending to be miserable and crying for the past month since he dumped you,

'sure sweetheart. come over to my place.'

a few hours later, you hear the doorbell ring. rushing to your mirror, you fixed your hair, puckering your lips and blowing a kiss to yourself. rushing down the steps, you opened the door. you felt the butterflies of the first time haechan picked you up for a date to have dinner under the stars. though he was slightly more sombre and looked, bluntly speaking, weak and pathetic, he will always be your sweetheart. he steps forward, looking down in shame and tears still flowing from his eyes, you brush your thumb against his cheeks to wipe his tears away. you thought to yourself, people really don't know what they miss until they're gone.

haechan looks up slowly to meet your eyes, his dark orbs burning a black flame of inferno. just when he thought he had the upper hand of this game, you grabbed struck him with the bat you hit behind your thighs and you heard the sharp clank of the metal knife resonating in your quiet neighbourhood. a literal backstabber.

dragging his unconcious body into your house, you sat him on your dining chair. tying his hands and legs to the furniture to make sure he will never you leave again. going into your kitchen, you fetched your first aid kit. tucking his hair back, you slowly cleaned the wound from his head, gently stitching him up. pressing a delicate kiss on your forehead and his eye, your hands caress his face softly. why do you make me do things i don't want to do?

you watch as his long eyelash flutter like the wings of a butterfly. his wide chest heaving and grasping for air, gaining consciousness like a doll with a new life breathed into it.

'haechan sweetheart, you okay?' you ask innocently, watching as he slurred and struggled to form a proper sentence.

'y/n, you need help. you're fucking crazy.' he spits in a powerless rage.

'no silly. i need you. and you need me,'

'remember haechan, if only you loved me more, you would have known that i'm always a hundred steps ahead of you. to think that you tried to kill me?' clicking your tongue, you grabbed the bat that was at your side once more, you traced his knee down to his shin and finally driving the tip of the bat down into his foot, eliciting a trapped scream.

'tell me one wrong answer and you can kiss ice hockey goodbye. and you can forget about ever running away from me.' you warned him.

'you wouldn't dare.' he challenged you with the remaining energy he has.

'you better think again, lee haechan. are you sorry for what you said and want to be by my side forever?'

raising the bat, you positioned yourself like a pro after doing baseball throughout middle school. haechan sang a different tune now; apologizing and begging you to spare him and how he loved you incessantly. feeling satisfied with his behavior, you tossed your bat away, playing with his hair between your fingers. tugging his head back harshly unlike the gentle way the old you would have done so, you made yourself comfortable on his lap. you let out a small sigh, smug and knowing you won this game, you snuggled in the crook of his neck,

'let's just be together for a long time andi love you so much i'll never, ever let you go.'

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[mundane127]

releasing a yandere! reader x haechan fic as we are a week away from valentines day! here's some crazy love for all of you! i warned yall, read only if you're comfortable 🙂

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[mundane127]

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[mundane127]

hello my honeybees,

it's 2022 and i finally got my shit together in coming up with some new pieces so please look out for them and do not hesitate to interact and share your opinions on my work! new year, new mutuals! let's get it! ୧༼✿ ͡◕ д ◕͡ ༽୨

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[mundane127]

truthfully. [l.mark]

mark has officially lost count of the number of times he finds himself in the same position as he is at this moment - back leaning against the headboard of his bed, in pitch darkness as his roommate snores quietly while he struggles to find lethargy within himself. he has his arms crossed as he looks out of his bedroom window that boasted a not so pleasing view of yet another apartment building wall.

he is so sick of having a mental debate with himself every other night. over what you may ask? if he had try hard enough to be the best person for the one he loves. another sprouting thought pops up in his train of thoughts, was it someone he still loves or someone he used to love?

he recalls the highs of his relationship; secret rendezvous when everyone was asleep and finally being free to hug and kiss his lover in the absence of the public eye without any soul to scrutinize the imperfections of a blossoming relationship. the cheesy conversations and the many tomorrows planned without ever envisioning that there would one day where everything would come to an end.

sure he had his fair share of flings before committing himself to what he feel is the only 'proper' relationship he ever had and all the others never mattered. mark fell in love and he fell hard - his strong belief that the chemistry he had was undefeatable, his mind was always so fixated on all the perfect things a relationship embodied and how he would want to have it all. but the problem lies here, he believed in forever and was blind to all the signs of trouble.

but, was he really the cause of it all? he does a scan of all his memories, checking if he had ever crossed the line or was he lacking in any way. did he try to make time to check up on his lover? did he pay attention to his lover's feelings and emotions? did he always put his lover as his top priority? yes. yes. yes.

his friends could vouch for all the effort he invested in an already withering relationship - his empty bed at the dorm, the dark circles under his eyes when he spends his night by his lover's side, the thickness of his wallet from the receipts of gifts he bought with all his sincerity and who can ever ignore, when he smiles like a fool in his sleep and the name his tongue will always remember, leaving his lips.

the blame always seemed to be unproportionate - always leaning towards mark's side of the balance. it was always him who never made time, the one who was never empathetic and the one put the distance between the both of them in the first place, according to her. the truth of the matter was mark had tried his very best to get the both of them on the same page; always the one trying to get her time while she insisted to put a full stop on whatever they were unilaterally and constantly avoiding and fighting him to make the responsibility of the separation his and a clear case of him never making her the center of his world.

mark inhales deeply, that balloon in his chest pressing against his ribs and his heart sinking. he runs his fingers through his hair and pulls his knees into his embrace. burying his face in his hands, he rubs his eyes, not sure if he had ran out of tears from crying and holding in his sniffs to not wear his vulnerability on his sleeves for countless of nights.

tonight he was sure. speaking truthfully, he had loved her more than she ever loved him. he swore on the fate of his future love life that every 'i love you' he ever said was heartfelt and honest. it was clear that maybe there was indeed something that he couldn't give her which made her like that, he is apologetic but he is taking that step back and letting her go and finally silence the blame game that was keeping him up awake all this while. mark pulls his covers and his head sinks into the soft pillow, finding closure and carrying hope in his heart that maybe tomorrow will bring him another loving soul as devoted as him.

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[mundane127]

10,000 hours [s.johnny]

"listen, i'm no easy person, mister. you may sweep other people of their feet with your sweet words - which i cannot deny is starting to sway me a little, but i will need more time with you to know if i want to keep this thing between us going. you okay with that?" johnny watches as your hands gestured as if you were speaking at a strategic conference, just on your second date.

"how many is that, specifically, are we looking at?" johnny leans forward, hands clasped, ready to strike a deal like a skilled businessman. was there really a stipulated amount of time to get to know someone and memorise every small detail of their being and most importantly, to love them?

"justin bieber once said 10,000 hours so let's just go with that." fingers still tapping your chin, wondering if it was weird to make justin bieber the bedrock of what may potentially be a permanent relationship forever. johnny just hums and nods his head without any disagreement.

johnny loves watching you; not in a creepy way but an observant way. he makes sure to make mental notes of your little habits and mannerism. he lets you walk on the left because you're right-handed and you always forget to put on your watch (ironic since you're always scheduling a time for everything) so he makes sure to personally put it on your wrist. he puts his number on speed dial knowing how he is probably the first person you call when you're bored and need someone to pester.

talking about phone calls, one comes right in as he was thinking about you (just as usual).

"hey johnny, i think y/n's knocked out. even the newly engaged can still walk in a straight line but not your girlfriend! please come and get her." your best friends said over the receiver. johnny hears a faint 'i'm not drunk, put that shit down and keep dancing' in the back, obviously recognizing your voice. he chuckles a little imagining your drunk stupor, face flushed and another side of you not many people see often, except him of course.

"i'll be right there."

reaching the doorstep, he heard shrill laughters and a few confused ladies struggling to tell apart the left shoe from the right after a night's drink, finally opening the door but shoe still in the wrong places. johnny opened his arms wide and you shuffled into his embrace naturally. he fixes your hair, hands slowly cupping your warm cheeks,

"my pumpkin drank a little too much didn't she?" he cooed and a grin stretched across his lips when he sees you nod in his hand. he sits you down on the stairs by the door, fixing your shoes and jacket snugly. he slings your arms around his shoulder and lifts you up.

"let's get you home sweetie."

"get home safe lovebirds!" your friends waved the both of you off.

thank goodness the apartment wasn't too far as johnny felt tiny raindrops on his head that was also slowly staining your flushed cheeks.

"put me down." you huffed, johnny looked at you slightly shocked and puzzled.

"now johnny, now." he slowly lowers your body and helps you to stand straight.

you take his hand in yours and pull him close. you take a step back and he takes one forward and then sideward and you do a dramatic spin.

"dance with me, johnny. a little rain won't kill anyone." he laughs to himself at your silly antics, so uniquely yours and began waltzing with you in the moonlight to the tune of some random song you came up with in your head.

on your birthday johnny thought it'd be nice to walk down memory lane with you. he asked you ardently to share with him your childhood and what better way to go see them with his own eyes. he pulls up in the street you used to live in before your family moved, you pointed outside the window with your index finger and circling the house that sat on that plot of land,

"that was our old house and we had a tree that had tiny yellow flowers that blossomed in spring. and we had a swing set and a tree house there where i'll spend the whole night reading and forget all about going back into the house."

"that's my middle school! i used to hide under the slide and make sandcastles there so the other kids wouldn't destroy it. did i mention i was the best at math in middle school but somehow went downhill in high school?" a small giggle rumbles in johnny's chest as you share with him everything about your past, not even leaving out embarrassing moments that people are usually to ashamed to share.

during car rides, he would play your favourite songs which did make you wonder how he had such an accurate and comprehensive playlist despite never asking you about it (truth be told, he secretly complies all the different songs you sing in the shower or as you make breakfast or as you do your laundry, and as you prepare for work.)

on the long drive home back to the city, you dozed off with the seamless drive and soft music. johnny looks over to your side, thousands of questions filled his mind. what were you dreaming of? was he in there? can the 10,000 hours just pass quickly and he can tell you how much he loves you as if he doesn't already do so on a daily basis? or was he over-estimating himself and he had barely even made it to the 5,000 hour mark? though a tiny bit of doubt had settled in the bottom of his heart, he was going to keep trying because he doesn't want to lose you.

10,000 hours is 417 days which is 1 year and 57 days.

coincidentally, your friend was getting married and you had brought johnny with you. it was a night of nice food and reunion with many old friends and plenty of dancing with your plus one.

"johnny," you called his name,

"yea, sweetheart?" he leans down to hear you better under the loud music.

"aren't you ever curious why i asked for 10,000 hours? do you ever get mad thinking about it?"

"nope." he emphasizes on his 'p'.

"why not?" asking him as his arms around your waist sways you slowly to the music.

"what's 10,000 when i want to spend forever with you?" that was it. johnny suh just stole your heart and made you his. you were blushing red just like back in high school. you hope he didn't see that little happy dance you did at his response but after 10,000 hours was it possibly for johnny to miss anything adorable from you? his cheeky grin spreads across his lips once more as he pulls you in for a hug, whispering a soft 'i love you' under his breath, a tiny secret only the both of you know.

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[mundane127]

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[mundane127]

[23:09] you laid on taeil's chest, his right hand combing through your hair with his fingers while his left hand scrolls through his timeline, sharing a quiet night before you fall asleep.

you watched the screen with him, reading on some random science fact or a cooking video and sometimes cooing over the cute kitten videos that appear sporadically.

"wow, my friend's a dad now. look at his little princess." taeil points out, tilting the screen slightly so you can see better.

"look at her cheeks. and her tiny shoes. and that smile." you sighed deeply, babies just had that effect on you. or maybe it's just baby fever.

taeil sets his phone down on his bedside table, pulling you in so you're snuggled closer into his chest.

"if we had a princess too, or a prince, i wonder if i'd be a good father." he does that proud grin where his lips purses into a straight line and the apples in his cheeks rises up to his eyes.

"i can't wait to shop for the most comfy stroller and the prettiest clothes and the cutest shoes and i want to hold them in my arms forever and never let them go." as he describes his plans to you, he hugs you tighter and tighter.

"moon taeil, are you having a more serious baby fever than me right now? shall we start right away?!" you laughed.

the signature shy taeil coming through, his cheeks flushed pink and everything in his head is just thoughts about his future children!

"i'm just so excited for that happiness of becoming a dad!"

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[mundane127]

nct127 as ideal summer holiday destinations and what it says about them.

taeil : jeju, south korea. taeil appreciates familiarity and finds comfort in travelling alone where he is able to move at his own pace. he doesn't need to plan out and follow a strict itinerary and need not worry about not being able to communicate. the kind to ditch conventional drives and impulsively ride a bike to enjoy the sea view. loves to self-indulge when he is alone - booking a beautiful suite near the beach and taste the freshest seafood. and yes, since music = taeil, watch him explore the hipster and rustic music stores where he has the luxury to spend as much time as he wish in his personal bubble away from the world.

taeyong : lisbon, portugal. a man of art - taeyong really enjoys that mix of rustic building and the rich culture. he is like a burst of colors, eccentric and expressive. might pop a dance move or two in the middle of the streets and loves to maybe just lay back and have a cup of coffee as he people watch. enjoys the preparation process of holidays, reads up and learns a few lines to communicate with locals. i can just see him with his tinted sunglasses, map in hand and a new friend he met a few minutes ago that finds him really friendly despite a language barrier behind the camera helping him snap pictures. taeyong lives in the moment.

johnny : mallorca, spain. music, beach and chill screams johnny. not getting drunk or going to clubs for five days straight kinda rave but more of enjoying the night scene to the fullest, basking in the local nightlife, unafraid to try interesting concoctions, vibe and free from the shackles of the world at the music festivals and meeting new people from around the world through wine-tasting and paddle surfing. won't hesitate to spend on trying local food and there's always a snack in one of his hand as he walk around. doesn't like plans too, very spontaneous and focuses on making memories even if he ends up at a dead end where he least expects it.

yuta : okinawa, japan. also enjoys domestic travels because he doesn't like the hassle or being bound to a tour guide in somewhere he isn't familiar with. besides, okinawa is a combination of so many other famous summer hotspots! slightly more on the adrenaline side, can dive and snorkle for many days if he enjoys it, researches on the top local food to eat and makes sure to structure a schedule to visit all of them. spends his final day on the beach sun-tanning, no thoughts and no worries at all and taking the opportunity to recharge fully to start afresh after the holiday. not exactly a big fan of shopping.

doyoung : amorgos, greece. apparently, the only way to get to this island in greece is by ferry and can take up to eight hours but the result at the end of it is exactly why doyoung started on this journey anyway. he is not only competitive, but very very tenacious and determined and believes that at the end of a long painful journey, he gets to savour the beautiful view. obsessed with being away from people, loves his alone time and probably carries a diary with him to document his holiday. may have chosen not to buy roaming so he can truly unwind. plans his finances well and stays in a hostel / guesthouse where he can find like-minded travelers.

jaehyun : istanbul, turkey. loves shopping and admiring the cultural elements of this modern yet rustic city. jaehyun gives off an energy where he likes trying everything but not exactly the kind that find importance in meeting new people. also another avid photographer, but rather than pictures of himself, he takes pictures of cats by the streets or locals going about their day. our boy may be a little shy and reserved contrary to what people often see and he is a 'feeler' so he remembers the moments in their scents, sounds and the energy it gives him. a quiet and peaceful traveller, don't want too much attention and emphasizes on blending in.

jungwoo : gold coast, australia. rubs off me as someone who really loves to spend his entire trip high on adrenaline and the capital of amusement parks is where jungwoo will be. has lots of fun even if he takes scary rollercoasters alone. an introvert with extrovert tendencies where he'll unknowingly crack jokes and naturally become the life of the party. his long day ends with him just taking nice long showers in his hotel bathtub with some good music to recharge from all the human interaction. not a detailed planner but likes having a rough idea of what to expect at the next amusement park he is about to conquer. always checks his documents.

mark : san diego, usa. we've seen how he blends in so well with the local asking whether they know that song. lonely travels are exciting because he gets to geek out without anyone else's opinion. honestly prefers nights over days because of human traffic, likes therapeutic activities like watching fireworks and star-gazing or cinemas under the stars. loves to just stand among many and enjoy music. may or may not take part in hot-dog eating competitions because of the sudden burst of energy. in a place where mark doesn't feel out of place and matches his energy, it is where his true self is unleashed.

haechan : bangkok, thailand. bold is the only word to describe haechan. crazy nightlife, food and shopping that he just cannot resist. wants to try everything and doesn't give two shit about anything else. so spontaneous and his only worry is about not having enough fun. haechan is youthful and i can only see him being so even in future. never plans and may lose his passport but doesn't sweat a single bit, he is street-savvy and he is definitely a master at thinking on his feet. probably someone who is actually very realistic and understands that everyone is living on borrowed time and why not make the best of it while he can.

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[mundane127]

it's not taeil day anymore where i am but in places where it still is, i just want to thank all of you for loving moon taeil so much💚 whether as an ult or just loving him for his beautiful voice and sweet personality, thank you! it's always so heartwarming to see more moondanses joining us and standing up for taeil whenever anyone tries to drag him for absolutely no reason. as a fan, a really small one amongst the many, i want to thank all of you for loving moon taeil 💚

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[mundane127]

happy birthday. [m. taeil]

800 words, happy birthday my love <3

people around often commented about how you and taeil were too rushed; getting married straight out of college when the both of you were still so young and financially unstable - working odd jobs and hours to make ends meet. everything eventually did get better though, taeil got accepted into a pretty big firm and was slowly but steadily climbing up the corporate ladder and you landed that stint you'd been aiming for since university.

this house, albeit a little small and located right at the top of a hill which proved an absolute task after a long day at work, was a symbol of the endless hard work and effort put into saving from scratch by both you and him.

taeil doesn't say much but he sticks to his words, promising your father that he would take care of you, build a house and a family and most importantly, keep you happy. it became his sole mission and the reason why he was always the first person in the office and the last to leave.

secretly taking the day off on his special day, you did a couple of numbers and you took a small sum out of your special savings to splurge a little more today, to show taeil how much you appreciate him and how thankful you were.

the department store wasn't a place you always visited considering the hefty price tag but you were on a hunt for a gift for your husband. from fountain pens to tuxedos and perfumes, you decided on a neck tie - noticing how taeil had been using the same one since his uni project presentation days and a pair of dress shoes to replace the ones he often spent nights after taking a shower to glue and polish. stopping by the food section, you bought a chocolate cake - a classic taeil favourite and some meat for the occasion.

your phone rings and vibrates in your back pocket as you paid the cashier, swiping across the screen and putting the receiver to your ears, the familiar voice speaks up,

"love, boss gave everyone an early day today, should we walk home together? i can wait for you in front of your office." taeil asks softly, hands zipping up his briefcase and clearing up his workspace.

"i didn't feel too good earlier and left work early too. i'll just see you at home alright?" you giggled to yourself, feigning a slight cough and sniff to not raise too much worry and suspicion.

taking this as a cue, you took note that you had exactly an hour left to prepare everything factoring bus traffic and the train timetable. running up that uphill slope back to your house almost drained the life out of you but you still picked yourself up, preparing the table, chairs and cutlery in your 'balcony under the stars'. poking the candles and putting on your party hat, you waited patiently for him to come home.

"love?" you hear taeil call out from the front door. he takes a look around the empty house, examining the untouched cushions and clean kitchen. he slides the rattling metal door to the balcony and he sees your back, relief rushing over him. he sets his coat and briefcase by his side and walk towards you.

"happy birthday baby!" you spun around, paper bag with his gift on your wrist and chocolate cake in your hand. tears formed on the rims of his eyes as he tries to choke a sob.

"oh no no, why are you crying honey?" you set the cake down, arms wrapped around his waist, you pulled him into a hug, fingers in his hair as you soothe him.

"i'm so thankful...for everything. for you." you pulled away from him, gently hitting his chest and breaking into a smile,

"now you're going to make me cry too, silly. hush now, let's eat. i know you're starving."

pulling him and sitting him down like a 5-star michelin restaurant, you laid a napkin across his lap and poured a can of cola into his champagne glass.

"cola, always your favourite." you chimed, taeil raised his glass, nodding to you in agreement.

as the sun set and the moon slowly rising to take its place, the both of you sat under stars, laughing, singing just like when he chased you in university and sharing about both your days and how you prepared all this so secretly without the help of anyone. looking at the night view of the dimly-lit rectangular apartment buildings and the congested roads where the cars barely moved, you laid on taeil's chest and his lips peppering kisses on your crown.

the strong one that vowed to protect you and give you the best and the one who always stands up for you whenever people doubted the both of you and the firm one that never wavers even when time gets tough. this small house and struggles may mean nothing to many or something to complain about, but it was everything to you and taeil. with him, there was nothing to fear and the only way with him was up and forward.

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