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pancakes for two

haechan x reader, college!au, fluff, 477 words

"i might have a crush on you."

haechan's sudden confession caught you off guard, causing your fork to clank against the plate. you glanced around the bustling diner to make sure you didn't disturb other patrons — most of whom your fellow students who are either restless from school work, or curing a hangover, or both — and to see if anyone else had overheard what he just said. your wide-eyed gaze locked with his, as he returned it with sincerity in his eyes. you could tell he was nervous because of the way he shifted in his seat across from you.

this quaint diner had become your shared haven. a saturday tradition for the both of you which involved an earl grey tea for you and a cup of coffee for him, two stacks of pancakes with maple syrup, and a platter of scrambled eggs, bacon, and hash browns to share.

for some reason, you still remembered vividly how this tradition came about; it was three years ago, you and haechan were just acquaintances that had a bunch of mutual friends, it had been a long night of drinking punch that tasted suspiciously like gasoline and sprite, and it was even inclusive of the brutal hangover that came after.

three years later, here you were in your regular booth, sitting across from each other like the first morning. you'd only gotten closer with each other over the years and you hadn't stopped coming here since.

"actually, i really do have a crush on you," he repeated, his voice now more resolute and confident. he reached for his coffee, swiftly downing the cup like it was water.

you bit your lip as you tried to come up with a response. "really?" you finally managed, fiddling with the fork on your plate. "because i have a crush on you too." you added with a smile, and both of you burst into fits of giggles.

"we're so cheesy," you remarked between chuckles.

"i know," haechan agreed. the laughter subsided after a moment, but his gaze remained fixed on you. instead of the jitters earlier, he now radiated warmth and beamed at you with a loving smile. "three years of friendship and two years of being together, and i still have the biggest crush on you."

"happy 2nd anniversary, my love," you said. the busy saturday morning chatter in the diner faded into the background as butterflies fluttered inside you — a familiar feeling you had come to know since meeting haechan. in that moment, all you felt was joy and contentment, appreciating the pleasure of sharing your favorite meal with your favorite person. it was a feeling of profound gratitude for the luck, the foul-tasting punch, and the stacks of pancakes that had brought you together.

he reached over across the table to hold your hand. "happy anniversary to us, indeed."

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love in the little things : svt vocal unit

── alternatively: the times when actions whisper softly, but the love speaks volumes.

svt (vocal unit) x reader, established relationship, fluff , 883 words

hiphop unit | performance unit

꒰ 🌸 ꒱ — you entered the room with hesitant steps, feeling like there was a weight of a hundred pairs of eyes watching you. as expected, the class reunion was already in full swing when you arrived. you weren't even looking forward to coming tonight but your friends insisted that you all come. JEONGHAN must've felt your hesitation as you felt his hand on your back, you let out a sigh of relief.

with his hand there, you felt your confidence bloom. it was as though the warmth of his palm released all the tension in your spine and all the knots in your stomach unraveled.

as the night unfolded, laughter and music filled the air and you found yourself more at ease, able to savor the nostalgia with your friends and enjoy the moment. his touch on your skin was like an oath, whispering, "i've got your back." in that promise you found strength and certainty that he, both literally and figuratively, will always be there for you.

꒰ 🌸 ꒱ — it all began one evening when frustration started to bubble up inside of you after another failed attempt at painting your nails with your non-dominant hand.

"hey, can i help?" JOSHUA's gentle voice cut through your frustration, accompanied by a soft smile.

you looked at him skeptically. "do you know how?"

he shook his head, his eyes filled with determination. "no, but I can try."

with a shrug and a chuckle, you handed him the nail polish bottle. the brush looked almost comically small in his hand, but with a surprising level of precision, he began to paint your nails.

since that day, it had become a cherished ritual for the two of you. you found yourselves sitting on your bedroom floor, surrounded by scattered nail polish bottles, talking about your days in between every soft stroke of color. joshua insisted that you call him whenever you wanted your nails painted, a promise you initially rolled your eyes at, but soon enough, you found yourself dialing his number the next time around.

after that evening, painting your nails wasn't just about a pretty set anymore. it meant precious time spent with your boyfriend. it was in these simple acts of love that you found solace in, transforming mundane tasks into cherished memories.

꒰ 🌸 ꒱ — truthfully, you were too intimidated by WOOZI's music ingenuity; that's why it took you so long to admit how it's a lifelong goal of yours to be able to play guitar. actually, you weren't even planning to tell him at all, but you slipped up and accidentally did on one drunken night.

now, here you were in the soft glow of your dimly lit living room, fingers fumbling over the frets and strings of your boyfriend's guitar. you were frankly embarrassed with how little you knew about it — you probably looked more like a toddler learning how to hold a crayon — but woozi's eyes were filled with unwavering patience and determination to help you learn.

he guided your inexperienced fingers to the right positions, his touch reassuring your every move. "you're doing so well," he'd tell you. it was a soft but sure reminder that he will be with you through every chord and unpolished strum.

꒰ 🌸 ꒱ — as you were grabbing a drink from the fridge, a metaphorical lightbulb appeared on your head. "love," you called out. "how many chickens do you think it would take to bring you down?"

SEOKMIN paused the TV show he was engrossed in, pondering your question. it was like you could almost see the gears turning in his head. after a brief moment, he responded with a smile, "honestly, just five, i think."

"seriously, just five?"

"love, have you seen how aggressive they can get? they're seriously scary," he shuddered at the mere thought of being chased around by chickens.

with a chuckle, you walked over to join him on the couch. seokmin had a delighted look on his face. he loved your questions, and you cherished his willingness to engage with them; whether they were as lighthearted as, "would you rather shoot water from your armpits or fire from your butt?" or as profound as, "where would you be right now if nothing else mattered?"

seokmin's thoughtfulness came naturally to him, further proof to his genuine and kind-hearted nature. it was just one of the many reasons you loved him so much.

꒰ 🌸 ꒱ — a thing about SEUNGKWAN is that he's always armed with a colorful assortment of band-aids, each of varying sizes. he insists that he had learned to come prepared because of your perpetual clumsiness, often with a shake of his head while muttering, "you should really be more careful." but the whole truth is that he absolutely adores taking care of you; his teasing complains were merely a cover for the affection he feels.

you didn't even realize how often it happened, but tender moments like that had become a treasured routine for the both of you. from having a pink band-aid for a paper cut on your index finger to a star-shaped oversized bandages when you scraped your knee, seungkwan was always ready to swoop in and make you feel better.

in those band-aids, you had found a unique love language; one that combines nurturing and steadfast attentiveness — a love you hold very close to your heart.

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pancakes for two

haechan x reader, college!au, fluff, 477 words

"i might have a crush on you."

haechan's sudden confession caught you off guard, causing your fork to clank against the plate. you glanced around the bustling diner to make sure you didn't disturb other patrons — most of whom your fellow students who are either restless from school work, or curing a hangover, or both — and to see if anyone else had overheard what he just said. your wide-eyed gaze locked with his, as he returned it with sincerity in his eyes. you could tell he was nervous because of the way he shifted in his seat across from you.

this quaint diner had become your shared haven. a saturday tradition for the both of you which involved an earl grey tea for you and a cup of coffee for him, two stacks of pancakes with maple syrup, and a platter of scrambled eggs, bacon, and hash browns to share.

for some reason, you still remembered vividly how this tradition came about; it was three years ago, you and haechan were just acquaintances that had a bunch of mutual friends, it had been a long night of drinking punch that tasted suspiciously like gasoline and sprite, and it was even inclusive of the brutal hangover that came after.

three years later, here you were in your regular booth, sitting across from each other like the first morning. you'd only gotten closer with each other over the years and you hadn't stopped coming here since.

"actually, i really do have a crush on you," he repeated, his voice now more resolute and confident. he reached for his coffee, swiftly downing the cup like it was water.

you bit your lip as you tried to come up with a response. "really?" you finally managed, fiddling with the fork on your plate. "because i have a crush on you too." you added with a smile, and both of you burst into fits of giggles.

"we're so cheesy," you remarked between chuckles.

"i know," haechan agreed. the laughter subsided after a moment, but his gaze remained fixed on you. instead of the jitters earlier, he now radiated warmth and beamed at you with a loving smile. "three years of friendship and two years of being together, and i still have the biggest crush on you."

"happy 2nd anniversary, my love," you said. the busy saturday morning chatter in the diner faded into the background as butterflies fluttered inside you — a familiar feeling you had come to know since meeting haechan. in that moment, all you felt was joy and contentment, appreciating the pleasure of sharing your favorite meal with your favorite person. it was a feeling of profound gratitude for the luck, the foul-tasting punch, and the stacks of pancakes that had brought you together.

he reached over across the table to hold your hand. "happy anniversary to us, indeed."

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love in the little things : svt vocal unit

── alternatively: the times when actions whisper softly, but the love speaks volumes.

svt (vocal unit) x reader, established relationship, fluff , 883 words

hiphop unit | performance unit

꒰ 🌸 ꒱ — you entered the room with hesitant steps, feeling like there was a weight of a hundred pairs of eyes watching you. as expected, the class reunion was already in full swing when you arrived. you weren't even looking forward to coming tonight but your friends insisted that you all come. JEONGHAN must've felt your hesitation as you felt his hand on your back, you let out a sigh of relief.

with his hand there, you felt your confidence bloom. it was as though the warmth of his palm released all the tension in your spine and all the knots in your stomach unraveled.

as the night unfolded, laughter and music filled the air and you found yourself more at ease, able to savor the nostalgia with your friends and enjoy the moment. his touch on your skin was like an oath, whispering, "i've got your back." in that promise you found strength and certainty that he, both literally and figuratively, will always be there for you.

꒰ 🌸 ꒱ — it all began one evening when frustration started to bubble up inside of you after another failed attempt at painting your nails with your non-dominant hand.

"hey, can i help?" JOSHUA's gentle voice cut through your frustration, accompanied by a soft smile.

you looked at him skeptically. "do you know how?"

he shook his head, his eyes filled with determination. "no, but I can try."

with a shrug and a chuckle, you handed him the nail polish bottle. the brush looked almost comically small in his hand, but with a surprising level of precision, he began to paint your nails.

since that day, it had become a cherished ritual for the two of you. you found yourselves sitting on your bedroom floor, surrounded by scattered nail polish bottles, talking about your days in between every soft stroke of color. joshua insisted that you call him whenever you wanted your nails painted, a promise you initially rolled your eyes at, but soon enough, you found yourself dialing his number the next time around.

after that evening, painting your nails wasn't just about a pretty set anymore. it meant precious time spent with your boyfriend. it was in these simple acts of love that you found solace in, transforming mundane tasks into cherished memories.

꒰ 🌸 ꒱ — truthfully, you were too intimidated by WOOZI's music ingenuity; that's why it took you so long to admit how it's a lifelong goal of yours to be able to play guitar. actually, you weren't even planning to tell him at all, but you slipped up and accidentally did on one drunken night.

now, here you were in the soft glow of your dimly lit living room, fingers fumbling over the frets and strings of your boyfriend's guitar. you were frankly embarrassed with how little you knew about it — you probably looked more like a toddler learning how to hold a crayon — but woozi's eyes were filled with unwavering patience and determination to help you learn.

he guided your inexperienced fingers to the right positions, his touch reassuring your every move. "you're doing so well," he'd tell you. it was a soft but sure reminder that he will be with you through every chord and unpolished strum.

꒰ 🌸 ꒱ — as you were grabbing a drink from the fridge, a metaphorical lightbulb appeared on your head. "love," you called out. "how many chickens do you think it would take to bring you down?"

DOKYEOM paused the TV show he was engrossed in, pondering your question. it was like you could almost see the gears turning in his head. after a brief moment, he responded with a smile, "honestly, just five, i think."

"seriously, just five?"

"love, have you seen how aggressive they can get? they're seriously scary," he shuddered at the mere thought of being chased around by chickens.

with a chuckle, you walked over to join him on the couch. he had a delighted look on his face. he loved your questions, and you cherished his willingness to engage with them; whether they were as lighthearted as, "would you rather shoot water from your armpits or fire from your butt?" or as profound as, "where would you be right now if nothing else mattered?"

seokmin's thoughtfulness came naturally to him, further proof to his genuine and kind-hearted nature. it was just one of the many reasons you loved him so much.

꒰ 🌸 ꒱ — a thing about SEUNGKWAN is that he's always armed with a colorful assortment of band-aids, each of varying sizes. he insists that he had learned to come prepared because of your perpetual clumsiness, often with a shake of his head while muttering, "you should really be more careful." but the whole truth is that he absolutely adores taking care of you; his teasing complains were merely a cover for the affection he feels.

you didn't even realize how often it happened, but tender moments like that had become a treasured routine for the both of you. from having a pink band-aid for a paper cut on your index finger to a star-shaped oversized bandage when you scraped your knee, seungkwan was always ready to swoop in and make you feel better.

in those band-aids, you had found a unique love language; one that combines nurturing and steadfast attentiveness — a love you hold very close to your heart.

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love in the little things : svt hip-hop unit

── sometimes the actions whisper softly, but the love speaks volumes.

svt (hiphop unit) x reader, established relationship, fluff , 642 words

vocal unit | performance unit

꒰ 🫧 ꒱ — there's a sense of calmness that SEUNGCHEOL feels when he drives around with you right by his side. whether it's the daily commute to work or a night out with your friends, he insists on being the one to take you there. "i find peace in it," he said one time when you asked him about it.

and sure, the experience of driving beside him is a joy in its own right, but what tugs at your heartstrings the most is his steadfast commitment to punctuality. you had mentioned to him once how being made to wait on your own makes you anxious; he understood this unease, that's why he never lets you experience that anxiety. it washes you with relief and comfort to see him patiently waiting for you when you get out the door.

꒰ 🫧 ꒱ — like the pitter-patter of the raindrops, it became a pattern on countless occasions already. it was instinct for WONWOO that every time it rained; he would subtly shift the umbrella he was holding up for the both you, so that you would get more than enough shade to keep you dry.

whether it was a drizzle or a downpour, he would position the umbrella at an angle just to give you more shelter. every now and then, he would even steal glances at you to make sure you were comfortable, without a care for the rain-soaked shirt clinging to his arm. it was a gesture he never talked about and never seem to have to think twice about — his tiny habit that means so much to you.

in the midst of the rain, wonwoo never fails to wrap you up in the most beautiful kind of warmth.

꒰ 🫧 ꒱ — with his wholehearted belief that what's his is yours, MINGYU loves to give you the best bites of every food he eats. initially, you thought it was just a simple act of sharing, which was already sweet in itself. yet, during a cozy movie night at his place, the realization hit as you both were enjoying a bag of gummy bears. it dawned on you that he had been actively avoiding your favorite colors, making sure that you had them all to yourself.

since that moment, you grew more aware of it: the cheesiest slice of pizza, the fudgiest corner of a brownie, the juiciest chicken drumsticks, the scoop of ice cream with the largest chunk of cookie dough, and the portion of the corn dog with the perfect cheese-to-dough ratio, among many others. his smile that radiates joy and fulfillment every time he does it — a wordless testament to his love for you.

꒰ 🫧 ꒱ — you smiled as soon as you saw VERNON's name flash on your phone screen. though you never know what to expect, it was a familiar occurrence in your day-to-day — his penchant for sending you the most random texts in the most random times throughout the day.

"look what i just saw that reminded me of you!" one of them read, it was then followed by a picture of puddle in the shape of a heart. this has become a delightful routine that never ceases to make your heart jump every time you feel your phone vibrate, notifying you of a new message. but it doesn't stop with images of heart-shaped objects; he sends factoids ("did you know that honey never spoils?"), casual updates of what he's up to ("babe i spilled water on myself and now i look like i peed my pants"), little reminders for you ("don't forget to eat today okay?"), and your favorite of all, his tiny confessions of love ("i love you and i can't wait to see you later!").

the spontaneity of it is what you loved about it. the thought that during arbitrary moments in his day, his thoughts are filled with you.

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the starting point

riize (all members) + love tropes i associate them with, fluff

꒰ 🐛 ꒱ — shotaro : slowburn

lunches with friends. uncertain glances. anticipation. plant on your windowsill. book and music recommendations. a nervous invitation. long walks after midnight. hands brushing against each other. shy smiles. heart beats speeding up. changing of topics. holding back. a handwritten letter of all unsaid things.

꒰ 🐛 ꒱ — eunseok : [a] fell first, but [b] fell harder

basketball. playful teasing. charming smile. jersey numbers. campus crush. inside jokes. contagious laughter. late-night texts. one-on-one shooting competitions. game day nerves. electrolyte drinks. a text for good luck. unspoken feelings.

꒰ 🐛 ꒱ — sungchan : meet cute

dog park. tangled leashes. nervous laughter. doggie treats and snuggles. park benches. nosy neighbors. budding friendship. play dates. shyly asking for a phone number. sending each other animal videos. daily walks and paw prints. puppy love.

꒰ 🐛 ꒱ — wonbin : summer love

beach town. wind chimes. melting ice cream cones. sun-kissed skin. barefoot beach strolls. seashells. saltwater in your hair. dancing at the summer festival. sundresses. peach iced tea at the café. sunsets. climbing up the lighthouse. flip flops and tank tops. pretending to know constellations on starlit nights. summer rain. post cards and love letters.

꒰ 🐛 ꒱ — seunghan : fake dating

living room. dumb decisions over wine. ground rules. nervous introductions. a hand on your lower back. a sigh of relief. public displays. pretend dates. more wine. shared secrets. a photo on social media. a kiss in a crowded room. even more wine. knowing glances. confusion. sincerity.

꒰ 🐛 ꒱ — sohee : strangers to lovers

bus stops. the chaos of a rush hour. same route home. familiarity. polite nods. curiousity. accidental touches. part-time jobs and exhaustion. falling asleep on your shoulder. sharing earbuds and new music. unexpected friendship. comfort in silence. walking you home.

꒰ 🐛 ꒱ — anton : childhood friends to lovers

neighborhood playground. laughter. afternoons in the treehouse. homemade birthday cards. secret handshakes. teaching each other how to ride a bike. band-aids. being apart during summer camp. doing homework together. hot chocolate on sleepovers. teasing each other about crushes. high school prom. promise rings. graduation day. growing up.

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open road promises

── based on love in the little things, but can be read on its own.

seungcheol x reader, established relationship, fluff, 578 words

the day had been a whirlwind — of emotions, of activities and homecooked meals, of inquisitive questioning. though you had met seungcheol's parents and brother before, today was your first time meeting his extended family. the moment you entered their living room, you felt like the epicenter of an adoring hurricane. right after greeting his mom with a hug, two of his aunts were already pulling you to the side with excitement. it wasn't long before laughter filled the air, as each cousin eagerly shared with you some anecdotes from when they were growing up with your boyfriend. the whole time they were exchanging stories, they were also showering you with attention; they asked about your life, your family, your dreams, and of course, your plans with seungcheol.

amidst the chaos of questions and well-meaning advice, you stole knowing glances at your boyfriend, your eyes speaking of shared amusement and exhaustion. his family's love for him was undeniable and it translated into an overwhelming desire to ensure his happiness with you.

"so," one of his aunts chimed in, "when do we get to see the wedding?"

you could feel your face heat up at the sudden question, quickly hiding it with a chuckle. "don't worry, we'll let everyone know when we're ready." you said.

another aunt of his leaned closer to you and whispered, "don't wait too long, dear." there was a mischievous glint in her eyes. "our seungcheol can be quite impatient."

despite the feeling of being examined under the microscope and the inevitable awkwardness—that seungcheol was always quick to rescue you from—you couldn't help but appreciate their love for each other. they're a big family, but from the teasing to the laughter, warmth radiated from everyone in the room. a true attestation of the genuine care and endearment they have for one another, and now by extension, to you.

by the time you left, drained yet touched by the whole experience, the car ride home felt like a quiet oasis. it was only the hum of the car's engine blended with the soft tune of whatever's playing on the radio that filled the air; a soothing backdrop to the exhaustion both of you felt. when you looked out the window, the world was bathed in the gentle glow of twilight, a stark contrast to the affection onslaught that ensued earlier.

you felt seungcheol reach out to hold your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours. he turned his head slightly to glance at you, his eyes still fixed on the road, that familiar spark of affection shimmered within them. you already knew there was something he wanted to say.

"what is it?" you asked.

"i'm really gonna marry you someday, you know?" he said, his voice was soft like a lullaby but it was firm as if he had already made up his mind.

your heartbeat sped up, the weight of his words settling into your soul. sure, you had talked about marriage on countless occasions, but that doesn't mean the mere mention of it makes you any less giddy. despite your fatigue, a smile tugged at your lips, "is that a threat?" you teased.

his own smile, the one that could melt all of your worries away, graced his face. in that moment, the weariness of the day dissolved into the shared warmth of your dreams and your future, driving onward together into the quiet, comforting embrace of the night.

"it's a promise," he said.

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in the comfort of shared proximity

── inspired by taylor swift's lover ; "and at every table, i'll save you a seat, lover."

wonwoo x reader, established relationship, fluff, 558 words

in the years that you had been together, wonwoo had formed a habit that never fails to touch your heart and soul. like a traveler following their north star, he unfailingly gravitates towards you. as though there was no other place on earth that is better than the spot beside you; like every seat, every corner, every inch of space in this world was meant for the two of you to be together.

at dinner parties, where the room is buzzing with people you know, he would navigate through while slowly making his way around the smalltalk, but his destination is crystal clear. he would slide into the chair next to yours, as if the other ones don't quite hold the same allure. there, your fingers would brush against his, and that delicate touch was enough to form your own little bubble amidst the sea of chatter and laughter.

"my favorite spot," he'd always say, his voice is low and quiet, as if it was a secret that nobody else could be a part of. and as he smiles, you could feel right then and there, your heart growing double in size.

during nightfall, in the tranquil embrace of your shared bedroom, you often sit side by side with only the soft glow of your bedside lamps. the pages of your respective books are illuminated, and for a moment, the two of you get lost in different worlds. but then your shoulders brush — a subtle reminder that no matter where life takes you, you have a home and a bed and a person to fall back to.

"you're right," he'd murmur, breaking the silence as he traces shapes onto his page, "this book does remind me of us." and under the low light, you glanced at him. he looks so peaceful. there is truly no place and no feeling better than this.

even on those long nights when hunger suddenly strikes and nothing is as appetizing as a bowl of cereal, you find yourselves on the kitchen floor. it's 3 a.m., the whole world is deep in slumber, the soft crunch of cereal and your hushed exchange of memories is music to your ears.

through fits of giggles, he'd say, "this is a five-star dinner to me." and with that, you spent what felt like hours, just telling each other stories in between spoonfuls. this is your own slice of the world and you make your own rules.

but it's not just in these specific moments that define his affinity to be close to you. it's in the intimacy of your fingers intertwined with his as you watch a movie on the comfort of your couch. it's in his proximity that anchors you amidst the chaos of a crowded room. it's in the way he seeks your skin in his sleep, his hands reaching out to your touch because it's the warmth he needs, even under the softness of your shared blanket.

every instance with him is an echo of love. it reminds you that for him, every moment is a chance to bask in your presence. with wonwoo, there is a seat for you at every table, not out of habit, but out of love — a love that treasures closeness even in moments of silence and revels in the happiness that is found in simply being together.

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ours

jaemin x reader, 434 words, fluff

your home was in shambles. 

there were permanent marker-labeled boxes piled up on every corner of the place; the newspaper-covered glassware sitting atop the kitchen counters that you’ve been arranging in the cupboards; the mattress leaning against the bedroom wall. but the most chaotic of it all: your boyfriend, jaemin, who has been lying on the floor for the past five minutes. he has been staring at the ceiling, and with every dramatic sigh that escapes his lips, you wonder what thoughts are running through that head of his.

“would you kick me out if i gave up on this stupid shelf?” 

so, that was what he’s been thinking about. you chuckled at the sight of him and the scattered instruction manuals and wood planks beside him. “if i did that, who would i split the rent with?”

“have i been demoted from the love of your life to just a roommate already?” he grabbed the screwdriver that was a few inches away from his hand, then sat up to pick up the loose screws and bolts around him. “not on my watch!”

you couldn’t help but smile at his theatrics. he always has a way to make you feel lighter, no matter how tedious or tiring whatever it is that needs to get done. moving in together has not been an easy feat. with your busy schedules, apartment hunting was a nightmare to squeeze in, and after going through what felt like an endless amount of apartments, you finally found the right one for the both of you. all because jaemin was unwavering and didn’t give up on searching for your perfect home. 

“jaem,” you softly called out to him. “why don’t we take a break and leave this for tomorrow?”

“just leave this here? but it’s a mess.” he motioned around him.

“but it’s our place, we make the rules, right?”

jaemin beamed at you. “i think it just sunk in that this is really ours now. our home, can you believe it? all of these, it’s ours.”

from the mountains of belongings you have yet to unbox, the pretty plates and glasses you bought at a discount, the tiny herb garden the both of you have been taking care of, the matching pillowcases, the flickering light bulb in the bathroom, even the unbuilt shelf. your home is a mess right now and there’s still a lot to do, but with jaemin there with you, it already feels complete and perfect. you looked around the place and let the waves of warmth engulf you. 

“mhm,” nodding, you smile at him. “all ours.”

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[pearlesscentt]

mornings

mingyu x reader, 386 words, fluff

mingyu is the sunbeam that peeks through your bedroom window and your gauzy white curtains on a saturday morning waking you up from your restful slumber. so soft and warm that you can’t help but smile because there’s nowhere else in the world that you could laze in a light like this. 

the faint smell of butter and maple syrup flooding through the apartment brought you to your feet and out of your bedroom. as your bare feet padded on the laminate floors, there was the humming of what sounded like the melody of the song you were singing in the car two days ago. you chuckled quietly because he swore he didn’t know the words when you asked him to sing along then.

“what are you smiling about, sleepy?”

“nothing, i just love that song.”

“i know, it’s been stuck in my head for days now.” he placed a plate of pancakes and a cup of coffee on the dining table as you pulled out a chair to sit on. “did you sleep okay?”

nodding, you said, “i slept great.” you always do when mingyu sleeps over at your place. “did you?”

“mhm,”  he answered wordlessly before taking a sip of his coffee. “i always sleep well when i’m here.”

you smiled at his response. for the longest time, mornings were never considered part of your weekends. you used to bury your head under blankets so you could sleep through them, and when you did finally wake up, the bed would be your sanctuary until well into the afternoon when your empty stomach told you to get up. breakfasts were never really thought twice about because, to you, it was just reheating whatever’s left from last night’s dinner. or an egg that’s way too runny for your liking on two pieces of burnt toast and lukewarm coffee.

now, weekend mornings mean being woken up by a trail of soft kisses on your shoulders. it means warm, homecooked food on the dining table that’s way too small for the both of you, but somehow, you make it work. it is the then-unexplainable flush of giddiness to fall asleep the night before because you can’t wait for the sun to rise the next day. 

mingyu is the daylight you want to bask in forever — mornings, weekends, and every day.

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[pearlesscentt]

home

jaehyun x reader, 773 words, fluff

nights like this, you want nothing more than to forget about the day you’ve had and sleep peacefully in the comfort of your boyfriend’s arms. however, nothing has been on your side at all lately. so there you were in the living room, the fleece blanket draped on the backrest of the sofa was soft against your cheek as you stared through the window. 

scenes from earlier that day played in your head as you continued to watch the city ahead: from the alarm that didn’t ring, your phone that was only halfway charged because it got unplugged the night before, the coffee you spilled on your supervisor’s shirt then the fear of losing your job tomorrow shortly followed, your forgotten umbrella when it rained, the team dinner that you were forced to attend ending a little too late, and the long, exhausting bus ride home.

it was 2:37 am, and the sparkle that filled the cityscape from hours ago was long gone. You were watching an unremarkable view with nothing but grey and fluorescent lights. with a sigh, you scanned the room around you. 

the record player perched on the ikea side table caught your attention, it still had the roberta flack and donny hathaway record on it. it was from a couple of nights ago when you and your boyfriend, jaehyun, were dancing and giggling to it as the both of you were preparing dinner, you smiled at the memory. then you remembered the weekend the both of you moved in: him calling out to you from the kitchen to show you a sloppy ‘i love you’ written on the cupboard with a paintbrush before covering it with sage green paint, and you, replying with an even sloppier heart on the living room wall that was soon covered in eggshell white. 

an overwhelming feeling filled up your chest and the heaviness on your shoulders weighed down on you. there was the restlessness from the day but it was being overcome with a sense of relief that you get to be in a place like this, so you let the tears in your eyes well up. this sight will never get old and you will always love coming home to every little thing in here, no matter how long of a day you’ve had.

you were unsure of how long you’d been sitting there when the creak of the bedroom door distracted you from your thoughts, it was followed by soft footsteps. you bit your bottom lip to suppress a sniffle and quickly wiped your cheeks with icy hands.

“i’m sorry, did i wake you?” you croaked.

“just got cold,” he mumbled.

“come here.” you reach your arm out to him as he took a seat on the spot next to you. his chestnut hair was so disheveled that it resembled a bird’s nest and you couldn’t help but smile at the sight of it. “i’m sorry for waking you up.”

he pulled you into him with a gentle tug. “there’s nothing to apologize for,” he whispered against your hair.

the knots of tension on your shoulders started to unravel as jaehyun started to trace circles on your skin, so you closed your eyes and let yourself get engulfed in the warmth of his arms. all the worries and pent-up exhaustion melted away with every beat of his heart that you could hear and feel underneath you. it was soft and steady. it meant comfort and assurance.

you wanted to apologize again for everything — for not being able to sleep, for waking him up, for making him feel cold, for the flood of tears, for this sight that you never intended for him to see — but he just held you. his touch unwavering and certain, telling you that it’s okay, that he’s there with you, that there’s no need to hide because you’re home.

jaehyun is the familiarity of the song humming from the record player sitting atop the side table he spent all afternoon trying to build. he is the serenity of the sage green kitchen cabinets and the lightness of the eggshell white paint on the walls. he is the fleece blanket haphazardly thrown on the sofa, always there within arm’s reach ready to keep you warm. you weren’t sure how he did it; how he managed to take the forms of all the things that remind you of home.

but there you were at that moment, with all the exhaustion of your previous days and the uncertainties of days to come, irrevocably and undeniably sure of one thing — that if home was a person, it would be him.

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[pearlesscentt]

of good luck charms and presentations

mark x reader, college!au, fluff, 438 words

you're not quite sure if the world was spinning, or if it was just your own head.

mark, your boyfriend, had been pacing back and forth in your studio apartment for nearly two hours. all the while, he whispered the contents of his flashcards to himself, with brows furrowed in concentration.

"babe, sit down for a bit, please," you suggested, gently patting the empty spot beside you on the couch. "you need to take a break before you go."

mark asked, "how much time do i have left?" without waiting for a response, his eyes darted to the clock on the wall. "shit, just fifteen minutes before i have to leave."

him and his friends, renjun and jeno, have been working on this presentation tirelessly for the past two weeks. you'd witnessed first hand just how meticulous they had been with the material and how much they have mastered it down to a T. but, knowing mark, you knew he wanted nothing less than perfection.

"hey," you called softly, stepping away from your seat. you approached him, your hand gently cradling his face, coaxing his gaze to meet yours. your heart ached witnessing his exhaustion and anxiety. "you boys will do well, i have no doubts."

"you really think so?" asked mark, his hands settling on your waist.

"i know so," you assured him with a smile.

his grip tightened, drawing you nearer. "i'm just so nervous, you know?" he confessed, his fingers holding you close. "baby, we've been working on this for weeks, and now it all comes down to this."

"i know, my love," you replied, standing on tiptoes to give him a reassuring kiss on the lips. you felt a smile form on his lips.

when you pulled away, something seemed to catch his eye. it was as though a lightbulb moment was happening in front of you. "can i bring him as a good luck charm?" he asked.

you knew exactly what he was referring to — shortcake, your strawberry sonny angel, currently serving as a makeshift paper weight on all of your unfinished readings.

"i thought you didn't like him?" you chuckled.

"i never said i didn't like him, i just thought he was creepy."

"how is that any better?" you teased as you retrieved the toy from your desk and handed it to him. "just make sure you don't lose him, okay?"

"mhm, scout's honor." he said, raising his right hand, like he was making an oath, before he slipped shortcake in his pocket. his hands returned to your waist, pulling you closer. "how about one more kiss? you know, for good luck?"

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[pearlesscentt]

a slice of shortcake

── a drabble series on your bite-sized adventures with mark and shortcake, a strawberry Sonny Angel figurine.

mark x reader, college!au, fluff

of make out sessions and perplexed introductions

of good luck charms and presentations

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author's note: this series can be read in any order and each part can be read as a stand-alone. (⁠✿ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

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of make out sessions and perplexed introductions

mark x reader, college!au, suggestive & fluff, 298 words

the week apart felt like an eternity, despite being just seven days long. between the gruelling finals and demanding part-time jobs, you and mark barely had time for talking over texts and facetime calls, much less seeing each other in the flesh. since you started dating, this was the longest you had gone without seeing each other—the longest week of your life.

now, here you were, nestled together on your bed; every ounce of pent up longing poured into his lips on yours. savoring the warmth of each other's skin, you lost yourselves in the closeness of your embrace. as mark started to crave for more, you gently pull away to catch your breath. the two of you began to remove your clothes when you noticed his attention has been diverted by something behind you.

"what"— his tone was either of confusion or disgust or both, pointing towards the nightstand behind you —"is that?"

following his gaze, you see what he was referring to. "you mean shortcake?" you asked, looking back at mark who still looked equal parts lost and frightened.

"it's looking at me weird." the bewilderment in his voice was amusing to you. you couldn't help but bite back your laughter. "babe, its face is creeping me out," he said.

"hey! don't be mean," you said playfully, picking up the sonny angel figurine from the nightstand. "he's cute."

"is he shortcake because he's a strawberry?"

"mhm, exactly."

mark reached over, taking the tiny toy from your hand. "well, shortcake, can you get lost for a sec? we're trying to get laid here." he said, with a chuckle. he placed it back on the nightstand but turned it to face the wall, covering it with the shirt he just took off. "now, baby, where were we?"

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of good luck charms and presentations

mark x reader, college!au, fluff, 438 words

you're not quite sure if the world was spinning, or if it was just your own head.

mark, your boyfriend, had been pacing back and forth in your studio apartment for nearly two hours. all the while, he whispered the contents of his flashcards to himself, with brows furrowed in concentration.

"babe, sit down for a bit, please," you suggested, gently patting the empty spot beside you on the couch. "you need to take a break before you go."

mark asked, "how much time do i have left?" without waiting for a response, his eyes darted to the clock on the wall. "shit, just fifteen minutes before i have to leave."

him and his friends, renjun and jeno, have been working on this presentation tirelessly for the past two weeks. you'd witnessed first hand just how meticulous they had been with the material and how much they have mastered it down to a T. but, knowing mark, you knew he wanted nothing less than perfection.

"hey," you called softly, stepping away from your seat. you approached him, your hand gently cradling his face, coaxing his gaze to meet yours. your heart ached witnessing his exhaustion and anxiety. "you boys will do well, i have no doubts."

"you really think so?" asked mark, his hands settling on your waist.

"i know so," you assured him with a smile.

his grip tightened, drawing you nearer. "i'm just so nervous, you know?" he confessed, his fingers holding you close. "baby, we've been working on this for weeks, and now it all comes down to this."

"i know, my love," you replied, standing on tiptoes to give him a reassuring kiss on the lips. you felt a smile form on his lips.

when you pulled away, something seemed to catch his eye. it was as though a lightbulb moment was happening in front of you. "can i bring him as a good luck charm?" he asked.

you knew exactly what he was referring to — shortcake, your strawberry sonny angel, currently serving as a makeshift paper weight on all of your unfinished readings.

"i thought you didn't like him?" you chuckled.

"i never said i didn't like him, i just thought he was creepy."

"how is that any better?" you teased as you retrieved the toy from your desk and handed it to him. "just make sure you don't lose him, okay?"

"mhm, scout's honor." he said, raising his right hand, like he was making an oath, before he slipped shortcake in his pocket. his hands returned to your waist, pulling you closer. "how about one more kiss? you know, for good luck?"

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a slice of shortcake

── a drabble series on your bite-sized adventures with mark and shortcake, a strawberry Sonny Angel figurine.

mark x reader, college!au, fluff

of make out sessions and perplexed introductions

of good luck charms and presentations

requests for this drabble series is open. send an ask !

author's note: this series can be read in any order and each part can be read as a stand-alone. (⁠✿ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

been thinking if i should do a taglist for this series, do send an ask to let me know if you're interested in joining!

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[pearlesscentt]

of make out sessions and perplexed introductions

mark x reader, college!au, suggestive & fluff, 298 words

the week apart felt like an eternity, despite being just seven days long. between the gruelling finals and demanding part-time jobs, you and mark barely had time for talking over texts and facetime calls, much less seeing each other in the flesh. since you started dating, this was the longest you had gone without seeing each other—the longest week of your life.

now, here you were, nestled together on your bed; every ounce of pent up longing poured into his lips on yours. savoring the warmth of each other's skin, you lost yourselves in the closeness of your embrace. as mark started to crave for more, you gently pull away to catch your breath. the two of you began to remove your clothes when you noticed his attention has been diverted by something behind you.

"what"— his tone was either of confusion or disgust or both, pointing towards the nightstand behind you —"is that?"

following his gaze, you see what he was referring to. "you mean shortcake?" you asked, looking back at mark who still looked equal parts lost and frightened.

"it's looking at me weird." the bewilderment in his voice was amusing to you. you couldn't help but bite back your laughter. "babe, its face is creeping me out," he said.

"hey! don't be mean," you said playfully, picking up the sonny angel figurine from the nightstand. "he's cute."

"is he shortcake because he's a strawberry?"

"mhm, exactly."

mark reached over, taking the tiny toy from your hand. "well, shortcake, can you get lost for a sec? we're trying to get laid here." he said, with a chuckle. he placed it back on the nightstand but turned it to face the wall, covering it with the shirt he just took off. "now, baby, where were we?"

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