#wooahaes.24

[wooahaes]

late night bite

pairing: non-idol!the8 x fem!reader

genre: fluff. coworkers -> lovers au.

warnings: food. flustered mess reader n hao. reader's boss kinda sucks.

word count: ~1.6k

daisy's notes: i miss going to nyc sometimes tbh

The last thing you expected to hear at one in the morning was a knock on your hotel room door. With a deep sigh, you pushed away from the desk you’d situated yourself in—laptop open, spreadsheets on display—and made your way across the room. For a moment, you stopped, hand on the doorknob as you shut your eyes for a moment and prayed that your boss wouldn’t be waiting for you. He’d shoved work onto you that needed to be emailed to another department within the next few hours (of course he’d forget about the timezone difference… or he just didn’t care). Bracing yourself, you cracked it open to peer out into the hallway.

And instead of your boss, there was one Xu Minghao patiently waiting for you.

With a sigh of relief, you pushed the door shut so you could remove the chain and greet him properly. Yet the moment his surname exited your mouth, he shook his head.

“Just Minghao,” he said, softly. “You don’t have to be formal with me here.”

Part of you wanted to ask what exactly he meant. Here, in New York City on a work trip? Or here, at one in the morning when no one else was around to hear you talk? Even on the late nights the two of you spent together in the office, you referred to him formally. Although you weren’t sure how far your relationship with Minghao went. He was a trusted coworker, but you couldn’t deny the fluttery feeling he often left you with. Sometimes it felt like he was the only person who noticed how dedicated you were to your job with the quiet comments he’d make, always praising you in a soft, gentle way. 

“Minghao,” you corrected yourself then, leaning against the doorway of your room. “Is there something I can help you with?”

It was at this point that you noticed he wasn’t dressed like he was heading to bed and decided to pop out. He tucked his hands into jeans, fuzzy sweater sleeves getting pushed back to reveal a sliver of skin at his wrists. Then you caught sight of how deep the sweater’s v-neckline went. Not so far as to be indecent in front of you now, but still far more skin than you'd ever seen from your coworker. How did he always look so effortless? 

“You weren’t at dinner,” he said. “Have you been working this entire time?”

Sure enough, you had. The moment today’s conference ended, your boss had sent you off with a thick stack of things that needed to be done. Emails that you needed to send off for him, documents you needed to copy for his own presentation tomorrow morning (or, well, today now), and a phone call you needed to make after making arrangements. You had had lunch with the rest of your coworkers, and that felt like a distant memory now. All you really remembered now was the way Minghao met your eyes at one point when you were taking  a quick look around to make sure everyone was accounted for, and the tiny smile he’d exchanged with you.

“I’ll see what delivers—”

Minghao shook his head. “I haven’t eaten dinner, either,” he admitted. “Why don’t we go out?”

… Out? You looked back at your laptop. “But…”

“Is there anything pressing?” Minghao paused for just a second. “I can wait, if you need—”

You turned back to face him. “It’s late.”

“The city never sleeps,” he chuckled. “Mingyu told me about this place that’s open late… I’d be more comfortable if you went with me.” 

Could you really spare any time…? It was already late, and you felt guilty when you looked at Minghao. Why didn’t he eat earlier? You made a mental note to speak to Seokmin later, and maybe request that he ensure Minghao ate dinner the next day. With the quiet request for him to give you a few minutes to prepare, you shut your hotel room door and made your way to the closet. You stripped off the button-up shirt and pencil skirt you’d donned earlier (the pains of having to present yourself nicely—the slacks you brought had a stain from when you accidentally drenched your lap in ice coffee) and opted for a plain white t-shirt and jeans instead. If only you had a sweater. Then maybe you and Minghao would look like the two of you had something in common aside from your workplace. With your things tucked into a small bag, you rejoined Minghao outside and the two of you made your way out of the hotel together.

Even at this time of night, there were people out in the city. Not that you expected anything else—there were often people in Seoul out this late, too. Couples going on late night walks, the occasional jogger… All you could do was look at Minghao and admire the way the lights kissed his skin.

“Did he give you work, too?” You found yourself asking without thinking.

“Hm?” 

“Our boss,” you clarified. “I’m just trying to figure out why you didn’t eat dinner.”

Minghao looked down at his phone, and you realized that he was studying directions on a map app. “I wasn’t hungry then,” he admitted. 

“But you’re hungry at one in the morning?” 

He glanced at you for a moment. “Is that strange?”

Immediately, you wanted to swallow your entire fist. “No! No, I just—”

“Relax,” he said, reaching over to ruffle your hair a little. “I’m not offended. I came back to the hotel to lay down for a little, and then I went out with Mingyu and Seokmin to sightsee. You should do the same after today’s conference.”

You didn’t really have anyone to sightsee with, though. Not that you weren’t against going out into the city on your own, but you felt safer when you had someone by your side. 

“It’s not fair that you’re the only one doing more work,” Minghao wasn’t looking at you anymore, instead staring down at his phone. His fingers had curled a little tighter around it. “You work hard enough. You’re the one always following him everywhere and taking notes for him…”

“It’s my job.”

He went to respond, only to press his lips together, nodding. “Right.” Yet the strain in his voice pointed toward the fact that he wanted to argue about it. Strangely enough, you didn’t think he wanted to argue with you over it. Instead, he slowed to a stop, looking up. “It’s across the street,” he said. Then he offered out his hand. 

Without questioning it, you accepted it, and the two of you broke into a run across the oddly-empty street. Not that either of you were complaining. Not when Minghao’s hand was so warm in your own. 

Soon enough, the two of you were tucked away in the corner of the restaurant. You’d started looking over the menu, chewing at your bottom lip. You knew coming to New York would be pricey, but… You wished Minghao had given you a little heads up that this place would have things like pancakes with eggs and a breakfast meat for upwards of twenty dollars. Was that too much? You weren’t sure, but you’d grown used to the hotel’s complimentary breakfast at this point. 

“Don’t worry about the prices,” Minghao said without so much as a glance at you. “It’s my treat.”

You looked up, brows raising a little. “Are you sure? Minghao, you don’t have to—”

“I invited you out,” he stated. “It’s your birthday, too.”

… What? Immediately, you reached for your phone, and, sure enough, it was your birthday. You hadn’t thought much of it until now, your mind was too busy with work to care. Yet it warmed your heart that Minghao remembered, and that he cared enough to make sure you had a proper meal. 

His phone lit up for a moment. All Minghao did was glance at it before immediately flipping it, near-slamming it against the table as he looked away. 

“What?” You furrowed your brow. “Is something wrong?”

Minghao refused to meet your eyes for a moment, lips pressed together as color flooded into his cheeks. “Mingyu’s being… Mingyu.” 

That could mean so many things from what you knew about him. “It’s okay, Minghao,” you said, deciding to be a little bolder. Here, you weren’t coworkers. You were two people sharing a meal together on your birthday. You reached across the table, taking his other hand in your own. “You can tell me.”

He looked up, watching you for a moment. Then he pulled his hand away from yours, hiding part of his face as he turned away. “He told me to treat you well on our date.” 

“Is this a date?”

He watched you yet again, trying to figure you out. Then his eyes widened for a moment, realization visibly striking him as cleared his throat. “Do you want it to be?”

With a shy nod, you averted your own gaze. When did this get so embarrassing? Your heart hammered in your chest, face burning hot. 

This time, Minghao reached over to take your hand into his. “It’s okay,” he said. “I’d like that, too.” And instead of pushing the topic any further, he changed it, talking about the places he’ll take you to after today’s conference if you wanted him to go with you.

But you didn’t miss the way he kissed your knuckles, smiling at you. “Happy birthday. Let’s spend more time together today.”

taglist: @twancingyunhao @wonuziex @synthetickitsune @staranghae @porridgesblog @weird-bookworm @bangchansbae @laylasbunbunny @bewoyewo

#wooahaes.fic #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagine #svt x reader #svt imagine #seventeen x you #svt x you #the8 fluff #the8 x reader #the8 x you #xu minghao fluff #minghao fluff #minghao x you #minghao x reader #xu minghao x reader #wooahaes.24

[feelbokkie]

🐶Minnie's Shelf🐶

Part 2

Authors: N-Z

🌞Feelbokkie M.list🌞

Key:

📙 = fluff 📘 = angst 📕 = 18+ newest recs in green

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P

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Q

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R

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📚 @skz-streamer 📚

the first date 📙

📚 @slytherinshua 📚

11:27 pm 📘

📚 @soobnny 📚

ten things kim seungmin says when he thinks you’re asleep 📙

📚 @starrgaziinggg 📚

boyfriend texts (part 1) | (part 2) | (part 3) 📙

📚 @stayconnecteed 📚

24 to 25 📙

📚 @sunboki 📚

baby fever! w kim seungmin 📙

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📚 @tinytinyblogs 📚

seungmin as your boyfriend 📙

seungmin have a crush on you 📙

U

📚Coming Soon...📚

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W

📚 @whatsk-poppinhomies 📚

purple and blue 📘

when reader doesn't feel good (seungmin & minho ver.) 📙 📘

snippets of life 📙

📚 @withleeknow 📚

six minutes 📙

📚 @writtnbyhan 📚

seungmin comforting insecure reader 📙

📚 @wooahaes 📚

then fall 📙

shared umbrella 📙

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📚 @yongbokkari 📚

interrupted 📘

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📚back to rec list📚

#seungmin #kim seungmin #feelbokkie recs #skz #stray kids #skzoo #seungmin reactions #seungmin reaction #seungmin imagine #seungmin imagines #kim seungmin reactions #kim seungmin reaction #kim seungmin imagines #kim seungmin imagine #seungmin x reader #reader x seungmin #kim seungmin x reader #reader x kim seungmin

[classicslibrary]

Kim Mingyu Fic Recs Masterlist ✦ VOL I

Indi’s note: here I’ve compiled all the Mingyu fics I’ve recommended so far and put it all in one page for easier access. 💕 This will be updated and if required more volumes will be added.

🐶But It’s Never Enough by @strawberryjmilk (pg, angst, fluff) 🐶Jealousy by @svtgot7reactions (pg, angst, fluff) 🐶Sugar Sugar, Honey Honey by @berrryshortcake (18+, fluff, smut, angst) 🐶I Call You, Her by @pffbts (18+, fluff, smut, angst) 🐶This February; 14th by @yyxgin (18+, fluff, angst)   🐶It’s All Fun and Games by @dontflailmenow (18+, fluff, smut) 🐶Take Care of You by @rubyreduji (18+, smut) 🐶His Smile by @angelwonie (18+, fluff, smut, angst) 🐶Love Me Out Loud by @twogyuu (18+, fluff, angst) 🐶Sugar & You by @97-linersers (fluff) 🐶Spoiled by @wonusite (18+, smut, angst) 🐶3:38am by @atlanticwhore (18+, smut) 🐶Breakfast in Bed by @number1mingyustan (18+, smut) 🐶Fear of Falling by @sungbeam (fluff) 🐶A Day Like This by @kofic (18+, smutty behaviour, angst, fluff) 🐶 My Honey, My Daisy, My Only by @wonwoonlight (pg15, angst, fluff) 🐶 My Daisy by @wonwoonlight (18+, angst, fluff, implied smut) 🐶Honey Boy by @chocosvt (18+, fluff, smut, angst) 🐶Behave by @here4btsfics (18+, fluff, implied smut) 🐶Make Yourself at Home by @celestiababie (18+, fluff, angst, implied smut) 🐶Something Different by @leejihoonownsmyheart (pg, fluff, angst) 🐶New Rules by @leejihoonownsmyheart (18+, fluff, smut, angst) 🐶One Last Time (for old time’s sake) by @tonicandjins (18+, fluff, angst) 🐶 One Last Time (eight years later) by @tonicandjins (18+, fluff) 🐶 Pretty Party Favour by @heartkyeom (18+, smut) 🐶 Mingyu’s Dilemma by @kpoppwriter (pg, fluff, angst) 🐶 Always With You by @lavenderhui (18+, smut, fluff) 🐶 With Somebody Else by @drunk-on-dk (18+, smut) 🐶 Sweet Night by @wooahaes (18+, angst, fluff) 🐶00:24 by @kwanisms (18+, smut) 🐶It’s Warm Under the Covers by @berrryshortcake (18+, smut, fluff) 🐶Stop Kissing Me, Please by @jonghour (18+, smut, fluff) 🐶Kiss Her Once For Me by @yoongimingyu (18+, smut) 🐶Hallmark Moment by @onlymingyus (18+, fluff, angst) 🐶 Fantasies, Daydreams by @wonuhour (18+, smut) 🐶 Fears by @dazedhxze (18+, angst, fluff) 🐶 A Tease by @dianalikecats (18+, smut)

#cc's: mingyu fanfic masterlist

[confuchan]

I posted 286 times in 2022

That's 286 more posts than 2021!

24 posts created (8%)

262 posts reblogged (92%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@/dontflailmenow

@/woozi

@/bitchlessdino

@/jeonwonwoo

@/milfgyuu

I tagged 281 of my posts in 2022

Only 2% of my posts had no tags

#svt gifs - 93 posts

#svt pics - 37 posts

#dividers - 32 posts

#random svt post - 22 posts

#tbz gifs - 15 posts

#tbz pics - 15 posts

#random relatable posts - 12 posts

#random misc. posts - 11 posts

#random writing posts - 10 posts

#hope tagged - 10 posts

Longest Tag: 77 characters

#lowkey didnt know it was eric the first like 3 times i saw it in compilations

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

About Me

Name: Hope (not my real name but has meaning between me & my mom so i went w/ it)

She/Her

Age: I'm an '01 liner

Fun facts about me:

I love writing✍ & reading📖

Music is everything to me, same as writing & reading is🎼🎶

I have a tendency to be more shy/introverted, mostly around new people...and second guess myself alot (things i say or do)

"I'm a socially awkward social butterfly" ~Kevin Moon🌙

I'm typically very open about everything...idk why but I just am

I have a slight tendency to be oblivious (if I annoy or upset you pls tell me, I don't ever mean to be, I'm genuinely just unaware)

I have a ½Corgi ½Australian-shepherd dog Theo i got as a puppy, & a ½Corgi ½Dachshund dog Coco i got first as an older rescue (maybe I'll post pics eventually)

I'm 5' 10" & I despise it(/j?) bc almost everyone i went to school w/ was always shorter than me. (& yes there were jokes made)

I was born on Christmas Eve so i was called a 'christmas eve baby' growing up by EVERY teacher/grown-up🎄

I like craft stuff & art (only really good @ drawing/charcoal/oil pastels)🎨

First Kpop Group: Got7

Ult Groups atm: The Boyz, Seventeen, Ateez, Stray Kids (I do also have interest in & at one point was more invested in others, ex. NCT, GOT7, TXT, Enhypen, etc.)

Biases / Wreckers in each group: (this is not every group, but the top 15)

TBZ - Kevin, Sunwoo / Q, Jacob, (& Hyunjun)

SVT - Dino, Mingyu, S. Coups / Wonwoo, Hoshi

ATZ - San / Wooyoung, Seonghwa

SKZ - BangChan, Han / Felix, I.N.

NCT - Haechan, Taeyong, Xiaojun, Sungchan / YangYang, Jaemin, Kun, Yuta, Jeno

TXT - Yeonjun / Soobin

Enhypen - Jake, Sunghoon / Jay

Monsta X - I.M, Kihyun / Jooheon, Shownu (& Wonho)

SF9 - Rowoon, Youngbin / Zuho, Jaeyoon, Hwiyoung

GOT7 - Mark, JB / Jinyoung, Youngjae

Astro - Jinjin, Moonbin / Rocky, Eunwoo

Infinite - L, Woohyun / Sungyeol, Dongwoo???

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4 notes - Posted October 6, 2022

#4

Ok...I'm not alright after this edit😣😍

Credit to user in vid (top left)

6 notes - Posted September 28, 2022

#3

Tagged By - @/sugarcherriess

Favorite Color - Pink & Blue

Currently Reading - All My Love (j. ww) by @pepperonidk & Sweet Night (k. mg) by @wooahaes

Last Song - T1 x Raiden, The Boyz 'Last Man Standing' or The Boyz 'Christmassy'

Last Series - watching multiple bc they all have new seasons (DC's Stargirl, Kung Fu reboot, All American, DC's Titans)

Last Movie - 20th Century Girl, Enola Holmes 2, The School For Good & Evil

Currently Working On - Svt Dino college au

TBZ Kevin house cleaner(?)/s2f2L au

SVT or TBZ(?) assistant s2f2L au

Tagging - @/twogyuu @/bitchlessdino @/momobani @/biaswreckingfics @/leejungchans @/wooahaes @/pepperonidk

(if you wanna do it but aren’t tagged then consider yourself TAGGED 🫵🏼 and also if u dont wanna then consider yourself untagged 👉🏼👈🏼)

7 notes - Posted November 10, 2022

#2

Thanks @/twogyuu for tagging me🤗 I love sharing music w/people too!

Tag game: Put your playlist on shuffle, list 10 songs, and then tag 10 people.

1. Flower - Seventeen

2. Trauma - Seventeen (Hip hop unit)

3. Now Or Never - SF9

4. Vicious - Sabrina Carpenter

5. Here Comes Trouble - Neoni

6. Bo Bo Chocolat - Everglow

7. Thnks fr th Mmrs - Fall Out Boy

8. Circus - Stray Kids

9. Don't Let Me Down - The Chainsmokers ft. Daya

10. Merry Bad Ending - The Boyz

Still dont really know 10 ppl but let's try anyway...

(if you wanna do it but aren’t tagged then consider yourself TAGGED 🫵🏼 and also if u dont wanna then consider yourself untagged 👉🏼👈🏼)

@/sugarcherriess @/bitchlessdino @/momobani @/leejungchans @/biaswreckingfics @/dontflailmenow @/noempathyy @/wooahaes

17 notes - Posted November 10, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Seventeen Recs (updated: dec. 2, 2022)

Warnings usually left by authors at beginning of each

My warnings just in case (I hope these make sense): ⤵

♨ - contains nsfw in story         🔞 - just nsfw

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244 notes - Posted October 5, 2022

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[wooahaes]

the journey to you

pairing: non-idol!s.coups x fem!reader, ft joshua being a menace

genre: fluff. established relationship au.

warnings: mentions of cheol being sick n reader being sick in the past at different points.

word count: 1.1k~

daisy's notes: midnight birthday wishes r so cute i love them

Thirty-five minutes until your birthday and Seungcheol was standing in his apartment after gathering his things.

He had everything he needed to spend the night with you. A change of clothes for tomorrow, any toiletries he didn’t already have stashed over at your place, his chargers, his laptop… Anything else he could drop by here tomorrow. The bus ride from his place to yours was only twenty minutes, and he knew the bus would be almost to the stop by the time he got to it. He shouldered his bag, called out to Joshua that he was leaving, and started on his little journey from one place to another once he yelled back to travel safely (and to pass on his own birthday wishes to you—and that he would text you in the morning). All you knew was that Seungcheol was coming over to see you for your birthday. You didn’t know it’d be tonight. Not that that was a problem: you did the same for Seungcheol’s birthday last year. It was only fair he could do the same to you.

Thirty minutes until your birthday, and he was stepping onto the bus. Right on time.

Seungcheol took his seat and shut his eyes after he put on his headphones. This bus was mostly quiet at this time of night, and he was glad to have a little time to himself after a long day. He’d keep that fact from you, though: if he let it slip that work was tiresome, then you’d pout that cute pout and gently scold him for coming over so late when he should be sleeping. He already took off your birthday for you, though: last year he couldn’t, so this year he made sure that he could spend the day with you. Even if you left him to go see your friends on your own, he could at least make himself useful around your apartment. Cleaning up, doing the laundry: doing the chores you hated doing, but wordlessly did for him when he was sick a few months ago. Even with him living with Joshua, you’d come over and help do the dishes while the soup was cooking. Joshua told him later that you did Seungcheol’s laundry for him, folding it without much of a care. He’d been sick for several days at that point, too, meaning things had needed to get done. When Seungcheol shyly asked if that had been embarrassing for you, you merely shrugged it off. The two of you had been dating for well over a year at that point.

“I used to do laundry for my family when they were busy,” you had said, not thinking much about it. “You were sick. Joshua was busy. I don’t mind doing it. You’d do the same for me, right?”

He would, if you were okay with it. And several months after that, he did. He’d watched you sob in your bed, apologizing over and over for being physically sick and not making it out of bed before you were. Sure, it was gross, but taking care of you was part of being a good partner. He’d washed your bed sheets, helped you get changed into something clean, and cooked for you before going off to handle the rest of the icky jobs you weren’t going to be able to do for a little while. He cared for you the same way you cared for him, and slept on the couch so that he was only a room away if you needed him.

Maybe it was time the two of you got rid of this bus ride between you. He’d pitch the idea to you later, and the two of you could start looking for apartments together eventually. As much as he enjoyed living with Joshua… He liked the idea of waking up to you and being able to kiss you right then and there. The idea of coming home to you, cheesy as it was. The idea of being domestic with you felt like home in itself. It wouldn’t be a cakewalk, sure, but he didn’t mind it. Not if it was with you.

Ten minutes until your birthday, and Seungcheol had stepped off the bus. 

He waved to the driver before making his way up the street, hands tucked into his jacket. Would you notice how tired he was…? He hoped you wouldn’t. Hopefully, you were asleep in bed now and he’d get to wake you up and wish you happy birthday before anyone else could. It didn’t bother him if he wasn’t the first, but it felt special when he was. 

Seungcheol stopped. Joshua was going to text you happy birthday. What was stopping him from doing it at midnight? He scowled. Shit. He immediately took off, five minutes until midnight, realizing he needed to get there as soon as possible. He could live with it being anyone else, but Joshua? Joshua was one of the few who would hold it over his head until he died.

Two minutes until your birthday and Seungcheol was riding the elevator up to your apartment. 

Maybe he should have taken the stairs, but this would be faster for sure—barring any emergencies. The minute the doors opened, he glanced at his phone and took off to get to your apartment. He punched in the code, one minute until your birthday.  Less now. He pushed the door open, slipping out of his shoes and ditching the house slippers as he went to find you. You were curled up on your couch, taking full advantage of not having to get up the following morning as you played your game. You looked up for barely a second.

“Oh! Hey, Cheollie—”

He just kissed you before you could say anything else. All he needed was your attention on him. Barely seconds later, he heard your phone go off. He just smiled at you instead. “Happy birthday,” he said. “I love you.”

Then you cracked up laughing, pulling his hands away from your cheeks. “I love you, too,” you said, but you paused. “You’re, like, ten seconds too late on being the first one though.”

“What? No.” He pouted at you, sinking down onto the couch. “No, I’m not.” 

With a pitiful smile, you held up your phone to reveal two texts from Joshua. The first right at midnight, and the second being a “also lol love u cheol” that he pouted harder at. He had ran! Down the hallway! Hopefully not waking up your neighbors in the process!

“You’re still the first one in my heart,” you said with this teasing lift to your voice, leaning forward to kiss him again. 

And, as you knew it would, he stopped pouting. He smiled at you, bringing you in for another kiss. He’d get Joshua back later for this. For now, he was going to enjoy spending your birthday with you right as it began.

taglist: @twancingyunhao @synthetickitsune @wonuziex @porridgesblog @staranghae @weird-bookworm @bangchansbae @laylasbunbunny @bewoyewo

#wooahaes.fic #seventeen imagine #seventeen x reader #seventeen x you #svt x reader #svt imagine #svt x you #s coups fluff #s coups x reader #s coups x you #seungcheol x reader #seungcheol fluff #seungcheol x you #wooahaes.24

[wooahaes]

seeing you (for the first time)

pairing: non-idol!changbin x fem!reader

genre: fluff. long distance relationship.

warnings: reader gets picked up for a moment for a moment (spun around). food (brownie) mention.

word count: 1.1k~

daisy's notes: if u can name the musical song this title is taken from..... do u want a autumn wedding or-

Changbin tucked his hands into his pockets, and immediately took them back for maybe the fifth time in the past ten minutes. He couldn’t keep still, wandering from one spot to another, waiting as he watched people come out to the luggage claim. People came and went, and all he could do was be restless while Felix sat nearby, staring at his phone.

“She’ll be here,” Felix said. “She told you her flight took off. I checked—it landed here.” 

Maybe so, but… This was the first time the two of you were meeting face to face. It felt weird saying he’d  been dating you for almost two years now and never actually held you in his arms. Some people had doubts about the legitimacy of his relationship (none of his friends or family, thankfully), but Changbin knew how he felt about you. He knew how you felt about him, too. The two of you had plenty of long talks about it, always trying to be open about your feelings and figuring things out. Flights could be expensive, and taking off work wasn’t the easiest thing for either of you… But with enough time, the two of you managed to figure something out. He’d told you over and over that he’d come to you if you wanted, but you wanted to come see him. 

“Chances are, if one of us ends up moving… It’ll be me,” you  had said with this bittersweet smile on your face. At the time, Changbin didn’t know the full story. Since then? He agreed with you, but only if moving to be with him was what you wanted. 

Was it silly to be so worried for you? He knew your flight was here, even without Felix telling him—he’d checked himself a few times. He sighed, slowing to a stop as he turned to Felix. But what if she doesn’t like me when she sees me? You’d seen his face the same way he’d seen yours so many times by now, but the fear still remained. He opened his mouth to speak, only to find himself unable to. It felt silly to say it out loud.

But Felix knew. He’d had this conversation with Felix before. He stood up, hand resting on his bicep as he gave it a reassuring squeeze. “It’s okay,” he said quietly. “She loves you.” He glanced at the little bag sitting on the bench beside him. “... Do you think she’ll like my present?”

Changbin reached out, just to brush his fingers over the tissue paper. “I told you, she’d like anything you get her,” he looked at Felix. “Didn’t you just bake her brownies?”

With a soft chuckle, Felix picked up the bag. “I promised her I would.”

Changbin lost count of how many video calls the two of you had that Felix popped in, announcing something he’d been cooking or baking. He’d promised to bring you something, and that something ended up being some of his brownies. It was a sweet gesture in Changbin’s eyes. Felix had always been fond of you and supportive of your relationship, and you liked when he’d pop into calls for a few minutes—usually as a result of Changbin having to step away for a few minutes. 

Felix tapped his arm a few times, nodding ahead of them. All at once, Changbin’s world changed as he turned and saw you. The two of you looked like polar opposites today: he’d been in all gray and black, while you were in softer pastels and light gray, dressed as comfortable as you could be. You slowed to a stop, staring at Changbin for a moment before taking off at a full force run. Should he run to you? Wouldn’t that cause a scene? With a hard shove from Felix and a firm “go to her!”, Changbin stopped caring and hurried to you. You threw your arms around him, and he lifted you up for just a moment, spinning you around happily before setting you down again.

“Binnie…” You stepped back, hands resting on his biceps as you took in the sight of him. 

For a moment, it was like you couldn’t believe your eyes. Changbin understood the feeling well: it felt surreal to have you right there in front of him, too. He wanted to kiss you, to hold you, to go places he’d been telling you about. Instead, he just stepped forward, taking your face in his hands.

“Happy birthday,” he said, smiling at you. “I’m glad you’re here.” 

You just wrapped your arms around him, squeezing him tight as you smiled harder than you’d ever smiled. He hugged you back, just content to hold you for a little longer. The moment Felix cleared his throat behind him, Changbin snapped back to reality. Airport. Public. Shit. He pulled away, turning to Felix.

“Sorry,” he said. “Felix—”

You just stepped toward Felix, opening your arms for a hug. Immediately, the joy was apparent on Felix’s face as he moved in to embrace you. He smiled, squeezing you tightly for a minute. 

“Hi, Felix,” you said with a giggle. “It’s nice to see you.”

When he pulled away, it was to push the bag toward you. “These are for you,” he said, and then he looked at Changbin. “I’m gonna go get the car.”

Changbin knew what this was: I’ll give you two a moment. So he turned to you, taking in the sight of you once more as he smiled. 

“You know…” You turned to face him. “I know how much you work out. But it’s definitely a different feeling, y’know, feeling it.” 

He chuckled, reaching forward to brush a strand of hair from your face. Yet he stopped for a moment, unsure if this was a little too much too soon. He went for it, watching your face to gauge your reaction… Only to find himself smiling back at you when you leaned against his touch. Then, all at once, you began to sniffle. The tears welled up, and he could feel it, too. His chest tightened as he fought against that urge.

All too quickly, you were back in his arms to try and hide how your emotions were overcoming you. “I’ve—I’ve been dreaming about this,” you sniffled, tears already streaming down your cheeks. “Binnie…” 

He let the tears run. No point in fighting it. Not when he was with you. He just pressed a kiss against the side of your head, squeezing you tight. “I love you,” he said, the easiest thing in the world to say. Second easiest next to loving you. 

You just laughed softly, so in love with him. “I love you, too.” 

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[wooahaes]

cake crumbles

pairing: non-idol!woozi x fem!reader

genre: fluff. established relationship au. some slight comfort.

warnings: anxious jihoon who just wants everything to go well. proposal mentions. food.

word count: 1.3k~

daisy's notes: he :( <3

“Okay. We can fix this. It’s not too late.” 

The only things holding Jihoon together right now was both Soonyoung and Vernon’s presence right now. But he hadn’t stopped staring at where your birthday cake had been dropped onto the floor, smashed into a mess of blue and white icing. Even now, he couldn’t bring himself to clean up the mess in Soonyoung’s apartment. Soonyoung was on his knees now, tossing it into a bag to be disposed of properly once it was all done. It had all happened too quickly. One minute he’d been moving it to a different space on the counter, and the next he’d been lying on the floor, body aching from his slip, and the cake was destroyed. The little party he’d planned was hours away, and he’d ordered this cake specifically for you…

“I think grocery stores do plain buttercream cakes,” Vernon said, fingers covered in blue as he dropped another chunk of cake into the trash. “It’s not as special, but we can get them to write her name on it.”

“She likes those cakes,” Soonyoung nodded. “That’s what we did for my birthday last year.” 

Right, but those weren’t made for you. Jihoon had gone out of his way to slowly figure out what you’d love the most. He sighed, and moved to get paper towels to wet and clean up the remaining icing. “I don’t know. I wanted to get her something special…”

Vernon looked up. “It’s just her birthday. I know she’s special, but—”

Immediately, Soonyoung started to smack his arm. He shook his head, and Vernon slowly connected the dots.

“Oh.” Then his eyes widened. “Oh! Dude—Today?”

Jihoon quietly nodded, then stopped. “I mean—Not technically?” He sighed, leaning back. “I was going to ask her when we went home. It’ll be after midnight, so it’d be tomorrow, and—”

Vernon nodded. “Alright. Look,” he pushed himself off the floor. “I know some people. Maybe one of ‘em could help do us a favor.” 

Something inside of him seemed to crumple like tissue paper at how easily Vernon seemed to take charge right now.  That should be what he was doing. You were his girlfriend, his love, and yet he couldn’t seem to drag himself out of the spiralling thoughts that he’d fucked this all up. He knew what you would say now, though: that it was fine. That you didn’t need a birthday cake to be happy. But today needed to be perfect for you. You treated him with so much kindness, always so gentle but clear with how much you loved him. Jihoon wasn’t always the loudest with how much he loved the people in his life, but he hoped that his love was clear, too. This was supposed to be part of his big gesture, the thing that screamed to the skyline that he loved you wholeheartedly. The other part was the box still tucked away in his pants pocket, even now. He carried it with him most days, just in case he ever felt the inclination to forego his plans…

Maybe he should have. Then he wouldn’t be so stressed right now making sure everything went right. 

Vernon had already stepped away, calling someone to see what they could do on such short notice. Soonyoung, on the other hand, had helped him wipe up the remaining icing. The floor needed to be mopped soon anyway, and then the scene of the crime would be entirely taken care of. By the time it was all taken care of, Vernon already had a name and a place to go—which led to Soonyoung pushing Jihoon toward him, saying he could handle setting up the rest. 

He’d described as basic a cake as he could: vanilla, decorated with buttercream in blue and white, with maybe some flowers on it if the baker could swing it. All it needed to say was ‘Happy birthday’ and your name. The easiest thing that they could make, he would accept as long as it tasted good. With the order placed and a time given to pick it up, Jihoon stepped back out onto the street with Vernon at his heels.

“So…” He’d soon fallen into step beside him. “It’s not just about the cake, is it?”

Jihoon slowly nodded, tucking his hands into his pockets. Anything to look more casual instead of the nervous storm he was inside. “If I don’t make it right… Then I’m going to feel like I failed her.”

“You could literally show up with just a thing of Oreos and she’ll love you.” Vernon looked over. “It’s fine to be nervous, but I don’t think there’s anything you could do that could upset her.” 

“I know, but…”

Vernon bumped into him, just to get his attention back on him. “You two love each other a lot, dude. It’s gonna be alright.” 

Jihoon could only hope that it would be.

Hours passed quicker than Jihoon expected them to. He and Vernon had returned to Soonyoung’s apartment and helped him set up for your little birthday party. Seungcheol had thankfully agreed to drive the cake over, careful as he could be, while Jihoon had to return home to you. He’d fed you this plan to go out for a movie and then dinner, hand hovering over his pocket. The box was right there. Maybe it’d be better for him to leave it somewhere safe here, but he felt better carrying it on him. 

“Jihoony?” You had turned from where you were putting on an earring—one of the ones he bought you last year for Christmas. There’s a playful lift to your voice, smiling at him. “Everything okay?”

He nodded, making his way over to you. “Everything’s perfect,” he said. Yet the pit in his stomach didn’t seem to shrink at all. He had hoped that saying it aloud would do something, and yet…

You fastened the earring into place, and then reached forward to cup his face. “Jihoony.” You let out a long sigh. “I know.”

“You… know?”

“One,” you said, “Cheol accidentally let the party secret slip when I asked him if he wanted to join us for dinner. And two…” You shut your eyes for a moment. “Remember the other week when you came home exhausted from work? You changed, ate dinner, and then went straight to bed…”

Oh no. Oh no. He swore he had tucked the ring box into his bag after he drove home. “So, you…”

With a soft kiss against his lips, you leaned back. Your chapstick tasted like birthday cake, all too fitting for today. “Whenever you ask, I’m going to say yes.” 

Jihoon met your eyes. “Even if it’s tonight?”

“Maybe wait until we’re alone,” you said, as if he hadn’t always planned for that. “But yes,” you giggled. “Tonight included.”

Jihoon reached for your hands, taking them into his own. The words already started to pour out of him before he could even think twice, “I dropped your birthday cake earlier. We got a replacement, but it isn’t the one I ordered for you. I hope that’s okay.” 

Instead of saying anything else, all you did was step back as you laughed. He’d fallen in love with your laugh long ago, but hearing it now he swore he was falling in love with the sound all over again. When you faced him again, you were smiling harder than before, even more radiant this time.

“As long as I get to enjoy it with you,” you said, “I’m going to be happy.” 

All at once, his anxieties disappeared. He leaned in, lips brushing against yours for just a few seconds. He knew he would kiss you properly once the two of you were home again. But for now, he’d leave you with something fleeting, just to leave both of you wanting more. “Happy birthday,” he said for the second time today, hands resting at your waist. “I love you so much.”

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[wooahaes]

a place you can come to, a place I can go to

pairing: non-idol!wonwoo x fem!reader, ft coworkers!96z

genre: romance. kinda fluffy. just a very soft fic of wonwoo coming home. established relationship.

warnings: mentions of reader and wonwoo discussing having kids one day. reader has bad eyesight. reader is mentioned to be introverted.

word count: 1.8k~

daisy's notes: title taken from the lyrics for home

Wonwoo woke up to the sound of the captain speaking, announcing that the plane would be landing within the next hour or so. With a stifled yawn, he popped open his glasses case and began to compose himself. He reached underneath the seat, pulling out his backpack and rifling through it. He found a small bag of cheap toiletries, snagged his water bottle, and squeezed past Soonyoung with a soft apology for waking him up. 

He made his way to the plane bathroom, and rubbed at his eyes after a moment. He popped open the bottle of water, wetting his toothbrush before he began doing a little bit of basic hygiene. He could have waited until he was in the airport, but he wasn’t traveling alone. Soonyoung was out there asleep, and he’d passed by where Jihoon was awake and on his laptop (always working, Wonwoo swore) next to a half-awake Jun. With his teeth brushed, he threw away the disposable  toothbrush—his own was tucked away properly in his bag, and he didn’t trust breaking it out in an airplane bathroom unless he was going to boil the thing later. Then he paused, taking a better look at himself. He looked a little tired. Would you notice that? How would you wax poetic about him this time? You once told Wonwoo that you saw him in every romantic lead you wrote, and he’d been flattered. 

He finally left the bathroom, squeezing past someone else with a quiet apology for taking so long, and passed by Jihoon once again. His coworker looked up, giving him a polite nod before looking back at his laptop for a moment. Wonwoo popped open the overhead, zipping the toiletries into his carry-on instead. The cap of his mouthwash felt faulty when he screwed it back on, and he’d rather spare his laptop from an accidental spill by shoving the cheap, plastic baggie back into his backpack. A moment later, he met Jihoon’s eyes again.

“It’s her birthday today, isn’t it?” He said, far too awake for how early it was. All Wonwoo gave him was a silent nod, and Jihoon shut his laptop. “Hold on, then.” 

Wonwoo just pressed himself against the side of Soonyoung’s seat as a single father passed by with his baby still curled up against his chest. He caught a glance of the sleeping child, chubby cheeks squished against her father’s chest. Would that be Wonwoo one day? Quietly moving to the front to ask a stewardess about something, just to avoid rousing any of the other passengers, his child asleep in his arms while you slept in your seat? He found himself diving into this daydream a little too much. He hoped his child would have your eyes, even though you’d always mused aloud saying you hoped that any kids you had would be like him. Smart, patient, kind, and they’d hopefully have some of his looks. 

“Hopefully they won’t get our eyesight,” you’d giggled at the thought, head resting against his shoulder. “God, imagine how fucked that would be.”

It earned a soft chuckle from him. He had made peace with the fact you cursed long ago. It was nice that you cut down on the habit for him, though (although he’d heard you when you were heated at someone over the phone). You respected him enough to cut back, and he respected you enough to understand that you would never entirely quit because you were you. If anything, you’d thanked him once for it: you slipped up sometimes at work and always apologized profusely for it, and dating Wonwoo helped you slow down and be conscious of what you were saying. 

He did agree, though: thankfully, eyesight was something easily taken care of, but it would be pretty fucked up if your kids had both vision problems the two of you had. You’d laughed when he told you those exact words, too, before kissing him and joking that you were a bad influence after all. He’d hold back what he thought, though. You could never be a bad influence on him. Not when you brought him so much joy.

Jihoon reached forward, tapping something against his side to get his attention back. Wonwoo turned, and it was just a plain envelope, although a little thicker than if it just contained paper. He accepted it from him with a quiet thanks.

“It’s just money and one of those pins you said she likes.” Jihoon ran his thumb along the side of his laptop. “You chose between a few of them and I bought the one you put back. Tell her I said happy birthday.” 

Not all of his friends were like this with you. Wonwoo knew Jihoon was, because it had been Jihoon and Soonyoung who introduced you two to one another. You had been a longtime friend of Soonyoung’s, and it was Jihoon who thought that you would get along well with Wonwoo. He’d only meant it in a friendly way, but Wonwoo remembered when he told Jihoon the two of you started dating. He’d looked up, blinked a few times, and then congratulated him on the new relationship. 

You told him at one point that you had lunch with the pair. After Soonyoung left to use the bathroom, Jihoon quietly asked you to take care of Wonwoo. It had made Wonwoo blush to know that Jihoon was looking after him so carefully, and he’d later offhandedly mentioned it to Jihoon. He joked that he usually saw the situation reversed in fiction: a leading lady’s friends telling him to take care of you.

Jihoon had looked up again. “I know you’ll take care of her,” was what he said, “so I wanted to make sure she does the same for you.” 

Wonwoo tucked the envelope into his bag once he settled back in, and a moment later felt Soonyoung shift and rest his head on Wonwoo’s shoulder. He just shut his eyes, resting his own head against Soonyoung’s as he enjoyed a few minutes of peace. Traveling for work wasn’t something out of the question for him—he was usually one of the ones going somewhere if anyone was going. But traveling without you? It felt weird after the first time. He would see things and quietly muse about how you would respond to them. The two of you went to Japan almost three years ago now, and he made sure that the two of you went when the cherry blossoms were blooming. His phone background was you staring up at the pink flowers, a candid he was thankful to have taken. The soft, amazed look in your eyes, the way your lips were slightly parted, all too astonished at how beautiful nature could be. It was saved for his home screen, though. A little memory exclusive to him and you and anyone who happened to notice you in that moment. His lock screen would always be a picture of the two of you together with you centered, the apple of his eye and love of his life. 

The plane eventually landed, and Wonwoo stood with Soonyoung as the pair waited for Jihoon and Jun to rejoin them. Soonyoung had been half-asleep, swaying into Wonwoo’s side a few too many times. Wonwoo just wrapped an arm around him, patting his head. He’d been unable to sleep with the turbulence earlier in the flight, and Wonwoo couldn’t blame him. 

Even still… His mind was on you. Would you be awake by the time he came home? As much as he hated knowing it, you had to work today. The two of you had already set the plans in stone before he left for this trip: he would take you out tonight to celebrate your birthday, and then the two of you would probably cuddle and sleep while recovering from work and travel. A comfortable night for two introverts in love.

Wonwoo was the one who drove everyone home with the company car. First Soonyoung, who had Jihoon following after him to make sure he didn’t trip on the stairs up to his apartment and bust something in the fall. Then Jun, who waved him onward while insisting that he go ahead and drop Jihoon off and hurry back to you. Jihoon had thanked Wonwoo for returning the car to the company, heading up to his own house with his bag hanging off of his shoulder. And then it was just Wonwoo, listening to the radio as he relaxed against the driver’s seat. Soon enough, he was on his way home to you. The cab dropped him off outside the little home he owned with you, and he walked up the stone pathway. Had you taken care of the yard, keeping it all nice and neat? Or did you get Mingyu to do it, like Wonwoo said you could? You had always insisted that you could handle everything just fine, but Wonwoo had always believed there was no shame in passing the work onto someone else (especially someone who had offered) if you wanted to rest instead. In the end, it didn’t matter. The work had been done. 

Wonwoo unlocked the front door, quietly making his way inside. He set his bag down, stretching one final time before he started to put himself in order. Tennis shoes on the shelf next to your own, house slippers pulled out from where you must have put them while cleaning the entryway, keys back on their hook… It was nice to be home again. He had bought home new things to decorate your home with, but he’d unpack them from his luggage later. Wonwoo just picked his bag back up, and made his way to your bedroom together. He cracked the door open, smiling to himself when he saw you still curled up asleep. You still had time before you had to get up for work, thankfully. And he…

Well. As much as he wanted to stay awake longer, he needed a little more sleep, too. So he left his bag by the door and crawled into bed with you, leaving his glasses on the nightstand. He turned over, ready to curl up and fall asleep, only to stop and admire you. He’d tease you later for drooling in your sleep (you made fun of his bed head so, so many times by now—it was a love language between the two of you). He just reached forward, pulling the blanket back over you so you could sleep comfortably.

Yet you stirred awake right after, eyes searching for his own in the low light. “Wonwoo…” Your voice was hoarse and quiet, but he still heard his name clear as day. You tugged at his shirt, drawing closer as you curled up in his arms. Then he felt you press a sleepy kiss to the underside of his jaw before snuggling back in. “You’re home.”

He just held you closer, eyes fluttering shut. “I’m home,” he confirmed once your arms were around him. “Happy birthday, my love.”

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[wooahaes]

signed, sealed, delivered

pairing: non-idol!jeonghan x fem!reader

genre: fluff. established relationship au.

warnings: mentions of reader wearing makeup. food mentions. temporary long distance due to work.

word count: ~1.3k

daisy's notes: imagine sealing em w lil heart shaped stickers tho...

“You should look outside our door.” 

Halfway through doing your makeup for the day, Jeonghan casually spoke up. When you gave him a confused look, he merely smiled at you. He had video-called you from his hotel room as soon as you responded to his messages, apparently relaxing in it after a long day of working with a foreign company. He had his dinner set in front of him, poking through it with the fork they’d given him, as he gave you this knowing look. Even from your bedroom, you could hear the loud knock on your door. You pushed away from your little vanity once you felt presentable enough to face someone, and made your way through the apartment. When you opened the door, Joshua Hong was standing there, waiting for you with this proud smile on his face. 

“Good morning,” he smiled at you. “And,” he pulled a box out from behind him, Jeonghan’s writing on the lid reading to my love. “Happy birthday.” He slapped an extra envelope on top. “That’s from me—I know how you feel about gifts, so,” he nodded toward it one extra time, “it’s just money in there.” 

You slowly accepted it, looking down at it before growing a little more flustered. “How long has he been planning this?”

Joshua just smiled at you. “You look nice, by the way—”

“Oh, shut it,” you rolled your eyes as he snorted to himself. The only part of your face that was done were your eyes—you hadn’t even filled in your eyebrows yet. But Joshua knew he was one of the few people you’d let tease you in any way. But you stepped out, pulling him in for a one-armed hug. 

He bid you farewell soon enough, and you made your way back to your  bedroom after locking back up. You sat back down, setting aside the envelope as you looked at the box. “Hannie?” You didn’t look up, just knowing he still had that proud grin on his face. “What did you leave for me?”

He just rested his head in his hand, admiring you. “You’ll see. Open it.” 

Of course he wouldn’t just tell you. With a quiet sigh, you opened the box, setting the lid beside it as you picked up a note card that sat atop a selection of letters. In short and simple writing, the note card just said “For while I’m too far away.” You picked up one of the envelopes, each with a different date attached to them. They would span the entirety he was away from you now, some of them with different times for you to open them. The first one was marked for lunchtime today, and you looked back at your laptop.

“... Jeonghan?”

“You said you didn’t want any big gifts this year,” he said. “But we always go on dates for our birthdays. So…” He smiled at you again. “I’ll take you out when I come home. Until then, I wrote a lot of notes for you to read since we can’t talk as often right now.” 

Your heart softened at how much he cared for you. The day he told you he’d be away for work during your birthday, he’d held your hand and promised that he’d make it up to you. You had told him that he didn’t need to do anything special—the two of you could simply celebrate it when he came home again. But he kissed your knuckles and had that familiar twinkle in his eyes that told you Jeonghan already had a plan in place. But this? Little notes for you to read while he was gone? It made you a little misty-eyed, which was the worst thing when you were trying to get ready for the day.

Jeonghan had noticed, chuckling to himself. “Don’t cry,” he said, eyes twinkling as he admires you. “You can cry on me when I get back. You can do that thing where you bury your face in my shirt because you get embarrassed over crying—”

“Jeonghan,” you whined, pouting. He knew you too well, and he was always ready to tease you a little.

His gaze softened even further. “That’s my girl.” Then he straightened up, all too aware of how much he’d melted when watching you. “So,” he started, “what are your plans for—”

There was a knock on his door, and you saw Jeonghan turn in his chair. For a moment, he frowned, but he pushed away from his desk, calling out that he was coming. You could hear the door be unlocked, and the sound of Jeonghan conversing with someone before he came back over with a few of his coworkers following after him.

“Sorry, honey,” Jeonghan said as he turned back to you. “We’ve got a presentation tomorrow, so Jihoon wants to go over things—”

“Don’t blame it on me,” Jihoon said off-camera. “We were supposed to meet for dinner.” 

Jeonghan turned to him, face completely stoic. “It’s her birthday. Don’t blame her.”

A moment of silence passed. Jeonghan broke, chuckling as he glanced back at you for just a moment. Jihoon snorted, and then he stepped into frame.

“Right,” he said, giving you a quick, polite bow. “Happy birthday,” he paused, glancing at Jeonghan. “Sorry we’re stealing him from you.” 

“It’s fine,” you said with a hum, watching as Seungkwan came into frame in the background as he tried to set up his laptop. But he’d been stopped, as Mingyu had wrapped his arms around him, smiling into the camera as he waved at you. “We’ll talk later. Bye, Hannie! I love you—”

Jeonghan held up a hand, turning back to the others. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Seungkwan looked up, eyes widening before he realized. He waved to you. “Happy birthday! I hope you have a good day!”

Mingyu squeezed Seungkwan against his chest, jostling him slightly. He, too, waved, “Happy birthday! I’ll cook something for you when we come back!” 

With a giggle, you thanked them both. Jeonghan moved the laptop, angling it so that he was the only one in the frame now. 

“I love you,” he said, “I’ll call you tomorrow. Happy birthday, my angel.” 

The others immediately started to razz him in the background, but he just rolled his eyes before returning his attention to you.

“I’ll text you when I go to bed,” he promised. “Good night!” 

The call ended soon enough, leaving you to finish your makeup. By the time you finished your makeup, getting dressed, and eating a meal, you’d turned your attention back to the box of envelopes. It was a little too early to open the one for lunchtime today, but… It was your present, wasn’t it? You could open it if you wanted. So you plucked it out, sitting down on your bed to open it up. Inside was a note addressed to you in Jeonghan’s handwriting, and you curled up to read through it.

Have you eaten yet? I hope you have. You probably opened this early, knowing you—you get impatient when it comes to things like this. But it’s fine: I know this and I love you anyway.

I hate being away from you on your day. I know you said that you understood and it was fine, but I like getting to see you in the mornings, even if you’re always sleepy.

I don’t want these to be too long, so I’ll try to keep the rest shorter. Happy birthday, my love. I’ll make it all up to you when I’m home again.

You picked up your phone, snapped a picture of it and sent it to Jeonghan with a little heart emoji: I love you, angel. I can’t wait to see you again.

taglist: @twancingyunhao @wonuziex @synthetickitsune @porridgesblog @staranghae @weird-bookworm @bangchansbae @laylasbunbunny @bewoyewo

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[wooahaes]

tender and loving

pairing: non-idol!mingyu x fem!reader

genre: established relationship au. romance.

warnings: reader is in a dress. food. gyu and reader are down bad for each other im afraid

word count: ~1.3k

daisy's notes: the day i actually push myself to write a romance novel w some of this prose its over for u bitches /j

“I thought about bringing a guitar, actually.” Mingyu stretched himself alongside one side of the picnic blanket, propping himself up on his elbows. His eyes were twinkling as he looked at you, beaming at you as he watched the way the wind fluttered your skirt and rustled your hair. “But I thought it’d be too much.”

It earned a laugh from you as you shifted on your half of the blanket, carefully folding your dress’s skirt underneath your legs so that it would stop flapping against your legs. Thankfully, you had on tights so flashing anyone wasn’t much of a worry, but you were still a little annoyed by the way the fabric smacked against your legs. This spot wasn’t perfect in location, but the company you kept made up for it plenty. Mingyu had made all the food that sat between the two of you now, and lovingly fed you the first bite of whatever you wanted, just to dote on you even further. You had told him days ago that you didn’t want to do anything fancy for your birthday—no parties, no big elaborate dinners, no expensive restaurants… Just the two of you enjoying the day out together. You would celebrate with your friends later during the weekend, but you just wanted to spend the actual day with the love of your life. 

So he woke you up that morning with a kiss and a question: how about a picnic tonight? It was lowkey enough that you agreed easily, and he kissed you again before saying he’d be back after running to the grocery store. He needed to make your favorites, after all. His only request for you was to wear something that made you feel pretty, hence the dress you were wearing now with its flouncy skirt and soft fabric. He was just in a button-up and nice pants, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Simple, but still nice enough looking. When you asked him about it on the drive here, he’d just reached over, squeezing your hand.

“I can’t outshine you today,” he teased with a playful grin. “It’s your day.”

It just earned a laugh from you as you swatted at his hand, only to take it back within your own a moment later. Some days you could get Mingyu giving you the sweetest praise, worshiping you wholeheartedly and lovingly telling you how beautiful he found you. But most days, you had this Mingyu: a silly man who adored you with his whole heart, but felt teasing you like that. The two of you had been together long enough, after all. You poked fun at him, too, when the mood struck you. All of his friends did, so why wouldn’t you? There was an unspoken line between the two of you: if it bothers you, we’ll talk about it and apologize. And you did, a few times back when the two of you were still navigating the relationship. He made a comment that rubbed you the wrong way, you teased him and accidentally hurt his feelings…. Every incident was met with a patient conversation afterward.

“We’re adults,” he had said to you one day, playing with your fingers idly. He always seemed to be touching you in some way, as though he was tethered to you, unable to go too long without reminding himself of that. “Aren’t we? I used to fight with people when I was younger and didn’t know how to talk things out.” He stopped for a moment, fingers intertwining with your own. “I think you’re good for me like that.” 

You had rolled your eyes. “I think your friends did more for you than I did.” 

“Mm. Maybe.” He ran his other hand through his hair. “But I think I’m more patient because of you.”

And maybe he was. He’d taught you to be bolder, to accept compliments better. Mingyu had been good for you, too. Now you just admired him as he looked out at the setting sun in the distance, golden rays kissing his skin and warming your own. Was this it? You quietly began to pack away empty containers into his bag, leaving the dessert aside as you moved to sit next to him. He looked over, watching the way you slowly reclined back so you could gaze at the sky. He shifted next to you, back pressing fully against the ground as he kept his eyes on you. 

For the longest time, you couldn’t define the way Mingyu looked at you. “With love” had been the most basic way you could, because it truly was the simplest way to boil the look down. The tender look in his eyes was unmistakable, especially when he started to smile softly at you no matter what you were doing. He wore a similar look when he was with his friends and family, though: that gentle sense of nothing but love for the people in his life visible in his eyes. At first, you’d had a little bout of jealousy that he could simply love so much. But with time, it grew to be something else you adored about him. Mingyu was a lover, through and through, and it astounded you how much he cared for people without limit. 

But that didn’t change the fact that you noticed he looked at you in this slightly different way. Then one day, it hit you while the two of you were in a museum. He’d been staring up at a piece, his hand holding yours, as he quietly whispered to you about some facts he’d read online about it. It wasn’t the exact look he gave you, but the way he lit up in intrigue was enough to tell you that that was the missing piece. He looked at you as though you were a puzzle he was still figuring out, every day showing him a new detail. Like you were a masterpiece he wanted to understand, brushstroke by brushstroke. The soft look of love in his eyes always carried this need to know every little thing about you and commit them to memory. Was that why he was always touching you? So that he could remember the exact feel of your skin underneath his own? And was why he studied you so intensely on the nights you shared baths together, always pointing out a different little spot or blemish or scar he hadn’t noticed before? Perhaps it was.

Mingyu reached over to take your hand in his own, loosely playing with your fingers as he watched you. “I love you.”

You turned your face, meeting his gaze. With a smile, you curled your fingers around his hand and drew it to your lips so that you could press a long kiss against the back of it. Yet you saw the way Mingyu’s eyes burned into you. He moved so that he could give you a chaste kiss that almost lingered for a few seconds too long. But with the two of you still in public, Mingyu wouldn’t push. Not when there were families around with their kids and older couples enjoying the warm weather. Instead, he just pressed a second kiss against your temple.

“Happy birthday,” he said for the third time today. “Let’s go home. Okay?”

He took the words out of your mouth, and you just giggled as you gave him a quick peck. It wouldn’t be a complete day if you didn’t tease him at least a little. “After dessert?”

He just chuckled, reaching for the container. With a tiny peck against your nose, he answered you with stars in his eyes, “After dessert.”

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coming home again

pairing: non-idol!dino x fem!reader, ft. non-idol!coworkers!performance unit

genre: fluff! established relationship au.

warnings: food mentions (candies n snacks). a lil prank on chan from his coworkers.

word count: 1.4k~

daisy's notes: had chan not woken up n realized what was going on, they would have kept going btw.

There was a video awaiting you from Jun when you woke up this morning, followed by a “happy birthday!” and several little birthday-themed emojis. When you tapped it to play it, you were immediately greeted with what looked like a hotel hallway and the soft sound of Soonyoung giggling in the background. 

Ah. This was from this morning. You found yourself smiling already, curling into your blankets. Chan told you that his flight would be leaving this morning. About an hour ago, now that you were checking the time: which meant he’d be home soon enough. 

Jun lightly knocked on another door, only for it to immediately open to Minghao, who pressed a finger against his lips. Both Jun and Soonyoung followed him into the hotel room, revealing where Chan was still fast asleep. The sun had already risen in the sky, stretching through the sliver of curtain that was open to rest a long slant against the foot of Chan’s bed. Even asleep, you always thought he was pretty—messy hair and drool and all. He was your mess to love, after all. There was a little plush otter hugged against him, one half of the pair that you bought him back when you first started dating. Yours was next to you now, and you silently pulled it into your arms as you kept watching.

“Chan?” Soonyoung had quietly slipped past Jun, reaching forward to shake his arm. “Our flight’s been delayed.”

Immediately, Chan shot up, suddenly all too awake. “What? No.” He rubbed his eyes, running a hand through his hair. He stifled a yawn, looking up at Soonyoung. “I’ll call—” He paused to yawn again, already moving out of bed to grab an undershirt, “I’ll call the airline…”

“There’s no planes,” Jun said. “We tried.”

“What?” He squinted at Jun. Clearly, he hadn’t woken up fully, completely unaware that Jun was recording all of this. “It’s okay.” He slipped the undershirt over his head, stepping into the bathroom. Chan recoiled as he flipped the light on, quietly groaning. “I’ll call.”

“Channie, there’s no planes anymore,” Soonyoung nudged past the camera again to stand on the opposite side of the door. “They got rid of them.”

A moment later, Chan raised his head, brows furrowed. “What?”

“They got rid of all the planes,” Soonyoung reached out, ruffling Chan’s hair. “You’ll have to swim home—”

All at once, it hit him that they were teasing him again. He shoved at Soonyoung’s hand, turning back to the mirror with a pout. “You’re terrible.” Then he paused, looking at Soonyoung again. “... Our flight—”

“It’s still on time,” Minghao spoke up. “Say hi to her, by the way.” 

Chan looked at Minghao for a moment, only to then notice that Jun was still holding up his phone. You saw the perplexed reaction on his face melt into realization, and he groaned again. “Don’t send this to her—”

“Too late,” Soonyoung pulled Chan into his arms, “it’s our birthday present to her.”

“More like a present for yourselves,” Chan grumbled, but he looked at the camera. “Don’t make fun of me,” he said to the others, and then it felt like he was looking at you with the way he softened a little. “Hi, honey. I’ll be home soon.” Then he paused, face flushed as he realized the company he had. “I’ll say it when I see you, okay? I love you!”

The video cut off at the sounds of all three men starting to tease your boyfriend, but you just smiled to yourself. You saved the video, going back to your messages to thank Jun for both the video and the birthday wishes, before finally crawling out of bed. A few other messages awaited you—one from Seungkwan a little after midnight, wishing you a happy birthday before anyone else could, another from Vernon asking if the four of you would still be getting dinner tonight… and then several from Chan. A selca from when he and his three coworkers were settled and waiting for their flight, followed by a message saying everything had been going well so far.

Another picture of the four of them squeezed together in front of a mirror, Chan smiling confidently at you. I can’t wait to see you soon.

Tucking your phone into your sweatpants pocket, you made your way into the rest of the apartment, smile falling once you realized how much you needed to clean up. Right… Things always seemed to fall into disarray when one of you was gone. Last time you went on a trip with a few friends, Chan had apologized to you when you came back to a slight mess in the form of beer cans and takeout from when he drank with his friends the night before. It wasn’t a big deal, to be honest: your flight had been earlier than expected and he’d always meant to clean up before you came home. So you put yourself to work for a bit, stealing Chan’s headphones so that you could listen to music as you worked. It wasn’t the ideal way to start your birthday, but it’d pass the time. 

Today had been planned out in advance: you’d welcome Chan home, spend a little time with him before he went to unpack and catch up on sleep (work conferences always drained him), and then you’d head out for a birthday lunch with your friends. With the apartment tidied up, you glanced at your phone to see if there were any updates from Chan. When you found none, you turned to getting ready for the day. A hot shower, followed by a little pampering before you dried your hair and started to get dressed…

Only for the doorbell to eventually chime while you were putting in a pair of earrings—a set that matched a pair of Chan’s, actually. They’d been a present to you when he discovered how much you loved matching him. No doubt you’d come back home hours from now to find Chan matching your outfit, too. Cheesy as it may be, he liked looking like he belonged right beside your side, a matching pair. You made your way out of your bedroom and into the living room, where Chan was shutting the door behind him.

When he turned back to face you, he smiled like he’d just seen a ray of sunshine after a year of storms. Chan dropped a paper bag by his feet, and then opened his arms for you to come hug him. “Happy birthday. I missed you.”

“You’re dry.”

He blinked in confusion. “Huh?”

You giggled, making your way over to him. “You didn’t swim home? I thought all the planes were gone.”

With a snort, he closed the distance between the two of you, squeezing the life out of you as he hugged you tight. “I would have if I had to!” He swayed a little with you, “You’re all so mean—even on your birthday, you bully me—”

You just wrapped your arms around him, kissing the side of his neck. “I missed you, too, you goof.”

He drew back, immediately turning to the paper bag beside him. “There’s more in my bag,” he said, “but… I bought you some things.”

Accepting the bag from him, you gave him a quick peck on the lips and thanked him before making your way over to the couch. The tissue paper crinkled as you rifled through it, only to find an assortment of Japanese candy at the bottom of it. Different flavors of Pocky and Kit-Kats, hard candies of varying brands, gummies… Chan settled into the spot next to you, watching the way your eyes lit up. 

“I also bought a few things for the apartment,” he said. “And a new friend for our kids…”

In other words, a new plushie that’ll likely sit with the otters. You called them your “children” once and Chan never let it go, happy to have something he could lovingly tease you over. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into his side as he rested his head against your own.

“I really did, by the way.” He paused. “Miss you. We should take a trip there sometime,” he leaned in to kiss your cheek. “Just the two of us.”

With a hum, you snuggled against him. “I’d like that,” you said, shutting your eyes for a moment as you savored this little moment with your love. 

Chan kissed the corner of your lips one last time. “Happy birthday,” he murmured. “I’m glad you were born.”

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[wooahaes]

party hats & kitty cats

pairing: non-idol!lee know x fem!reader

genre: fluff. established relationship au.

warnings: food. one-off line about having kids in the future. discussion of expanding the family via adopting a new cat.

word count: 1.3k~

daisy's notes: oh to adopt a cat w lino....

Minho shifted next to you, causing you to lift your head off of his shoulder. “Hold on,” he said, voice soft as could be so as to not disturb you (or, more likely, the cats asleep around you). “Keep your head held up.”

Which was what prompted you to open your eyes right as a string fell snugly against the underside of your chin. Minho pushed it back so it would sit more comfortably, continuing to manipulate the party hat on your head until it looked right. That was when you realized he was wearing one, too. 

“What?” 

You’d been drifting off a little too much despite the carnage going on the screen (the powers of a bad horror movie, for sure), halfway to dreamland when he moved. The first time, you hadn’t had to move too much—assuming that Minho had just been reaching for his drink. The second time, you thought he’d been putting it back. And now he was just watching you with this playful look in his eyes, proud at his own silly little joke. 

“Pretty,” he mused aloud. Then he leaned forward, pressing a quick kiss against your lips before getting up for real this time. The action earned a curious ‘mrrp?’ from Doongie, who had been sleeping at your feet until now, and Minho looked at him. “Doong-doong-ah, just stay there.”

Doongie promptly hopped down off of the couch to follow him instead, cat DNA requiring that he not follow orders from anyone but himself. You just relaxed against the couch, reaching a hand up to pet Soonie where he’d curled up to sleep. He raised his head lazily, purring once you began to scratch underneath his chin. Dori had popped his head up from where he’d been batting around a little mouse toy, watching Minho carefully as he moved about the kitchen with Doongie at his heels. You just found yourself smiling at the scene. Sometimes you joked that Minho fell in love with you once you met his cats and began to adore them almost as much as he does, but sometimes you truly think this relationship wouldn’t have lasted this long if you weren’t all-in on moving in with him and the three cats. You turned your attention back to Soonie for barely a second before you heard the click of a lighter.

And then a minute later, Minho began to sing to you. He made his way over, holding a small cake that was enough for the two of you. Doongie followed after him as he came back to you, all too curious and needing to know exactly what was going on in his home without him knowing ahead of time. Minho carefully lowered himself onto the couch next to you, holding up the cake for you.

“Did you make this?” You asked once he stopped singing.

He shook his head. “I was going to,” he said. “But I decided to focus on cooking dinner instead.” 

Good, you thought to yourself. The dinner Minho had cooked for you was a little elaborate. The idea of him making you a cake and dinner, especially when the cake was decorated a little extravagantly, would have been too much. He’d pouted at you when you went the extra mile on his birthday considering how much you’d been working lately, gently chastising you when you were left exhausted after everything.

“I don’t need anything that special,” he’d told you while the two of you were laying in bed, his arms wrapped around you. “Your health is more important to me.”

You turned a little to look at him over your shoulder. “You didn’t like it…?”

“I loved it,” he kissed the side of your shoulder. “I always love the things you do for me. But…” His fingers grazed against the skin, exposed from where your shirt has ridden up. “I don’t want you to sacrifice your wellbeing for me. Okay?”

You had made him promise to do the same, something he’d easily done and sealed with a soft kiss before snuggling in for the night. Now he sat before you, the candlelight illuminating his face more than the television screen did. 

“Make a wish already,” he’d lightly teased. “You can stare at me later.”

With a roll of your eyes, you turned your attention to the lit candles. For a moment, you debated on what to wish for before settling on something achievable, hopefully. You shut your eyes, blowing out the candles before the smell of smoke immediately greeted you. When you opened your eyes, Minho had reached for one of the forks he’d casually left on the coffee table earlier. You’d assumed at the time that he simply brought too many and would return it to its drawer later, but of course he was a step ahead of you. 

“So?” He pushed the fork into the cake, apparently intent on feeding you the first bite before he’d pass the fork to you. He held it up. “What did you wish for?”

“I thought telling you meant it wouldn’t come true?” You teased before closing your lips around the fork, sweet vanilla buttercream bursting over your taste buds as you enjoyed the first bite of your cake. This had to be the same bakery you ordered his birthday cake from last year. Their vanilla buttercream had a certain quality to it that you could never put your finger on (Felix would know, though: he’d complimented it at Minho’s party). 

“Is it something I can do?” He asked. When you played up your debate before nodding, he rolled his eyes, scooping up another bite of cake for you. “Then tell me.” 

“I was thinking…” You went to take the fork, only for Minho to pull it away from you. A hostage situation, apparently. Unfair. “We could maybe expand the family a little?”

He gave you the most confused look in response. “You said you didn’t want to have kids until later on—”

“Not kids,” you said. “Maybe… We could get another kitten?” 

Minho nodded along to the question, thinking it over. He pushed the fork back toward you, purposefully not letting go. You decided to oblige once more as you ate the bite of cake. “We’d have to see about fostering first,” he said, already figuring out the reality of adopting a new kitten when you already had three rambunctious cats around. “Find a space that the others can’t get to while we introduce them to each other…” 

Finally victorious in stealing the fork from him, you pushed it through the cake and held out a bite to him. The two of you had shared enough at this point anyway. “So we’ll look into it?”

He nodded. “I think we could. It’ll mean more work looking after them, but I think we could handle it.” He looked at Soonie, reaching up to scratch him between the ears. “Although if the cats don’t respond well, I don’t know if we could go through with it…” He hummed to himself for a moment, thinking harder about it. “Maybe a girl? It doesn’t matter either way, but maybe it’d be nice to have a girl cat around. We’d have to find one spayed or get her spayed when she’s older—”

“Minho.” 

He immediately turned back to look at you, realizing how lost he’d grown in kitten adoption thoughts. His gaze flickered back to the fork in front of him, and he smiled at you for a minute before leaning forward to accept the bite. “Thank you,” he said after swallowing. “Sorry.” 

“Don’t be,” you giggled. “It’s cute that you care so much.” 

He lowered the cake he’d been balancing on one hand, carefully leaning over it so that he could kiss you. When he drew back, his eyes were all twinkly, so obviously giddy over the prospect of a new cat. Or maybe that was just the way Minho looked when he looked at you. His friends told you once that Minho adored you completely, and it was evident when they saw the way he looked at you.

“Happy birthday,” he said for the final time that night. “I love you so much.”

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the (not-so-subtle) doting kind

pairing: non-idol!mark lee x fem!reader

genre: fluff. established relationship au.

warnings: food mentions. mark being a very doting bf on his gf's bday.

word count: 2.4k~ dont look at me when u compare this one to all the other bday fics

daisy's notes: what if i want him :(

For whatever reason, your birthday wasn’t a happy day for you… So Mark resolved to treat you normally. And if “normally” involves him doting on you the way he does when you have bad days, then so be it.

He tucked stray strands of hair away from your face when he saw you begin to stir. He’d say one thing to you, just to show you that he remembered. So he leaned in, lips pressing against your own. “Good morning. Happy birthday, baby,” he said, voice still a little hoarse from sleep. “Are we still going to get breakfast?”

“Mmhm.” You drew him back in for another sleepy kiss, only to draw him closer. You snuggled in, eyes fluttering shut as you dropped your head into his shoulder. “Morning…”

He giggled. Most mornings, he’d tease you a little with some sort of “my sleepy girl,” but he settled in instead. He peppered your skin with kisses, just to hear that slightly-annoyed groan as you finally opened your eyes. His lips pressed against yours one final time before drawing back. 

“Good morning,” he said again, thumb grazing the apple of your cheek.

Despite the slight annoyance at being woken up fully now, you sat up and stifled a yawn. The moment you went to move out of bed, you felt Mark’s fingers poke into your sides. You let out a strangled grunt, playfully shoving away at his hands as he giggled. He came up behind you, pressing a long kiss against your neck before moving to search through the closet. It became obvious soon enough what he was doing, always trying to find a way to tease you to make you smile. Eventually you swatted him away from you, and he laughed that goofy laugh before getting dressed, too. He kept waiting around, watching you as you looked through your options before settling on something. Of course, it was one of the things you owned that Mark didn’t have something he could use to match with you… But he could improvise. He stood back, watching you (half-admiring, half-studying) before going into his side of your shared closet. 

When he stepped out in a patterned shirt that mainly featured the same color as the shirt you were wearing, he saw the way you gave him a little once over before going back to packing your things into a bag. “You look cute.”

Mission accomplished. Mentally, he put a little sunglasses emoji guy right next to the thought. 

After a quick breakfast out, the two of you ended up wandering around the mall for the day. He held your hand the entire time, always pointing out something cool or something he thought you’d look good in. Today was your day, which meant he couldn’t play. You wanted something? He was already getting his card out. He’d been saving specifically so that he could spoil you on your birthday, and he was intent on carrying that out.

“Don’t worry, baby,” he said with this cute smile, “I got you.” 

It always earned some sort of playful eye roll or snort as you thanked him, always drawing out the words to tease him. He was obvious, but that was fine with him. What was the point of days like birthdays and holidays if he couldn’t spoil you a little? He carried your bags for you, too, ever the gentleman. Yet he was the one who slowed down, hand holding yours tight enough to tug you back, when the two of you were outside of a toy store. He pointed out two little lion plushies right next to one another.

“Babe. Baby.” He didn’t take his eyes off of them. “It’s us.” 

You’d giggled a little over it. “Pretty sure those are two male lions, Mark.” 

He turned back to you. “What?” Then he looked at them again, fully registering the bright orange manes that both of them wore. “Right. Still… We could still find a lioness. C’mon.” He tugged you toward the entrance, only to stop. “Unless you don’t wanna—”

“We can go places you wanna go, Mark,” you said, already making your way into the store. “Let’s go find a lioness.” 

You’d been insistent on paying for and carrying that bag, and Mark let the issue drop. Gentlemanly as he was, his hand was getting a little tired carrying all your bags… and it’d be rude to turn it into an issue when it wasn’t. You did end up taking the bags from him when you stopped to get lunch, saying you would go get the table while he grabbed the food. When he asked you to pick a place, you’d just shrugged it off.

“You know what I’ll eat,” you said. “Just pick somewhere.” 

Again, he’d almost pushed back on that. Today was your day, even though you weren’t treating it like anything special. But he knew how you felt, and he bit back any disagreement. He looked around the food court, picked two places, and asked you to pick from those under the guise of him being indecisive. You hummed to yourself, genuinely considering the two options before picking, and then left him standing there as you went to snag a table for the two of you. He went off to order your food, and soon enough he was sitting across from you, listening as you rambled on about something that happened at work the other day. Eventually, you pushed the conversation onto him as you nodded along to his own stories… all while sneaking little pictures of him. He smiled for them, and eventually got you to squeeze into frame so he could snap a picture of the two of you together.

The rest of the day was scaled toward him. You would push for him to pick places to go, things to do. The bookstore the two of you frequented became one of your stops, and he saw the quiet way you bought a book he put back alongside with another bookmark for him (sometimes he lost them, but he’d always take extra care when someone gave him one) without saying a word. A few other stores, too: you’d ended up buying him a few things, insistent on carrying his bags for him with this knowing smile that told him you knew exactly what he’d been doing all day. 

Then when you were leaving, Mark saw it. The way you’d been walking a step ahead of him for a minute, talking about finding a place to sit for a few minutes before you actually went back to the car. You’d slowed to a stop outside this chocolate place the two of you had sampled forever ago, watching in the window as a tall, handsome man was making them in view of anyone passing by. The guy looked up, flashed you a smile, and then went back to his work. Mark slowly made his way over to you, watching the magic happen for himself.

“We should get a box,” he said after a moment. He looked at you, practically glowing with excitement. “We can split it, if you want?”

For a few seconds longer, you just watched the man on the other side of the glass continue to work. Then you met Mark’s gaze, genuinely smiling that same smile he fell in love with years ago, and nodded. “I’d love that.” 

The two of you went into the shop, picking out flavors for your big box of chocolates. When Mark paid this time, you didn’t push back or question or tease him. You just leaned against him, still smiling that pretty smile, and thanked him in a soft voice that felt so genuine this time around. He tucked the box into one of the bags he was carrying, pressed a kiss against your cheek, and took your hand again as you left.

By the time the two of you got home and started sorting through everything you’d bought, it was late. When Mark looked up, asking if you felt like going back out for dinner, you’d shaken your head. You had sprawled out along the couch at that point, visibly sleepy from the long day as you abandoned the work of sorting out new clothes to be washed. He just crawled over to you, pressing his lips against yours.

“You wanna go take a bath? I’ll order dinner when we get out.” He pressed another kiss against your lips. “We can watch movies,” another kiss, “and then bust into those chocolates,” and another, “and it’ll be fuckin’ great, baby.” 

You agreed to it all too easily. The two of you ended up snuggling in the hot water for a while, talking about whatever came to mind. By the time the two of you were cuddled up on the couch again, dressed in matching pajamas (“Because we’re cheesy like that, you know?” was what Mark said to you when he bought them forever ago), he’d decided to apparently kill you with a thousand more soft kisses. The jerk was giggling the entire time, too, squeezing you in his arms and he peppered said kisses alongside the side of your neck—right where you were tickling, he’d learned back when the two of you were first dating.

“Mark!” You’d squealed at one point, nose crinkling as he mumbled something about how cute he found you. “You can stop. I know what you were doing today.” 

“What?” He played dumb. “Appreciated you? I’m always appreciating you, baby,” he giggled, kissing the spot where your neck met your jaw. “I’m lucky to have you, y’know?”

With a sigh, you pulled away from him. Ah. Shit. You’d been planning for a serious talk, then. “I mean it,” you said, taking one of his hands within your own. “I know what you were doing. And… I think it was really sweet.”

Wait, what? His voice grew softer now, heart racing in his chest. “So you aren’t mad?”

“I…”  You trailed off, turning away. “I thought I would have been. But… I dunno. I think when you walked up to me and said something about buying that box of chocolates, it just kinda hit me that you weren’t just spoiling me today because it’s my birthday. You were doing it because you love me.” For a moment, you tried to blink back tears. “I mean… I know you love me. And I knew that on the birthdays before—but I always kinda pushed people away because I felt like I wasn’t worth it.”

“You are, though.” The words fell from his lips before he could even think twice. Maybe if he did, he would have apologized for interrupting you, but some things were just too vital to hold back. “You’ll always be worth it, y’know?”

The tears you’d been fighting finally ran down your cheeks, and you nodded. “You made me feel special,” you said. “And not just because it’s my birthday, but because you actually care.” 

Something ached deep within his chest at that. Did that mean you had people who didn’t…? Yet he left the question unsaid. How long had he been dating you, and he still didn’t know everything he thought he should? Not because you were supposed to bare your soul to him—never that. But because he was your boyfriend, he felt that he should have noticed sooner. You told him that your birthday hadn’t been a happy day for you in a long time, and he’d accepted it at face value without pushing. If you wanted to tell him, you would, and he would listen the same way you always cared and listened to his problems. The same way you did today when you pushed him to open up, to talk, to share the day with you so it wasn’t just him doting on you endlessly. 

“Hey…” He reached up, wiping your tears away. “I’m sorry I went behind your back to try and spoil you today.”

You stared at him. “Mark, it’s okay—”

He shook his head. “I should have asked you first,” he said. “But I like celebrating you. You know I was kind of a mess when we first met, but I wanted to be better for you. Chenle can tell you how bad this place used to be,” he chuckled, hoping that you would laugh or giggle or something too. “So I like getting the chance to celebrate how much I love you. You still make me wanna be a better guy, y’know?”

Sniffling, you dove forward to hide your face in his shoulder. He just laughed softly, rubbing circles onto your back as you cried. He loved you, and he knew how easily you could get emotional in vulnerable moments like this. Always diving forward and hiding your face because no matter how many times he told you it was okay, you’d be embarrassed that you were crying on him when you were supposed to be happy. 

“We can have more days out like this, if you want,” he said, hand cradling the back of your head. He drew you back, just so he could see your face, watery eyes and all. “Today just needed to be perfect because I think you’re perfect, even with all the imperfections we both know we have, we’re kinda perfect together.” He paused, wondering if he’d talked himself in a circle again before settling on something simpler: “I just think you’re really cool.”

That had finally earned a laugh out of you, so endeared to him and the way he spoke. “Yeah?”

He nodded eagerly. “Yeah!” He smiled at you. “You’re pretty sick. I love being your boyfriend, y’know?”

You just drew him in for a quick kiss after wiping your face with your sleeve. When you pulled back, you just smiled at him. “You’re pretty cool, too, y’know.” With a clumsy kiss against the side of his mouth, you finally drew back and out of his lap. “Thank you for a really fun day, by the way.” Snuggling a little closer to him, you rested your head against his shoulder. “I had fun. I always do when I’m with you, but you know what I mean.”

He just chuckled, turning his head so that he could kiss the top of yours. “Yeah, of course. Happy birthday, baby.” He snuggled in for a cozy night with you, head resting against your own. “I love you a lot. Let’s do something cool next year, alright?”

You just let out a soft chuckle, too. “Alright.” You shut your eyes. “If it’s with you… I’ll always be happy.”

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a healthy change of mind

pairing: non-idol!hoshi x fem!reader

genre: domestic fluff. established relationship au.

warnings: food mention. mentions that reader didn't enjoy her bday growing up. skinship.

word count: ~1.0k

daisy's notes: domestic fluff i love u i love u i love u-

There was always an odd sense of intimacy in tying someone’s apron for them. Soonyoung liked it most when it was you, because he could always press a gentle kiss against your neck when he was done… and you would do the same, giving him butterflies in his stomach all over again.

Today was your birthday, and Soonyoung was happy to greet you when you finally came home from spending time with your friends. He liked being the person who saw the way you melted a bit with exhaustion, the person who snuggled with you on the couch as you recharged your battery. He understood how that felt, too: sometimes after he spent his days with his friends, he just needed to rest in your company. There was always something so easy about being around you. He felt special that you could just snuggle up with him and relax. He’d watched you remove your makeup and take off the jewelry (all little things your friends had bought you over the years), and he stole a kiss from you after you’d shed your shirt to change into sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt. 

“I don’t wanna go out tonight,” you had sighed against his shoulder. “Soonyoung?” You lifted your head, meeting his gaze. “Can we cook?”

Soonyoung was not a chef. Hell, he didn’t really cook much at all. You’d taught him a little before, but he never felt any good at it. His food never tasted anywhere near as good as yours (although, strangely enough, you said the same when he made you scrambled eggs one morning to surprise you with how much he’d been practicing), and half the time he ended up burning something… But if you wanted him to help you, he would happily help you. It wasn’t the first time you’d ask him to do that anyway. He’d always stay by your side, chopping ingredients and preparing whatever it was that you needed him to do. 

Unfortunately, it did call for a visit to the grocery store. Soonyoung held the basket in one hand, and your hand in the other as you guided him around the store. Another day, you two would do a proper grocery store visit… But that was for another day, definitely. He carried the bags home, still keeping his fingers intertwined with your own. And then he tied your apron, and kissed your neck before you did the same for him. That was what led to now, as you passed him a pair of gloves and asked him to dice chicken for you while you started to work on a sauce for your pasta. 

“You know,” you’d been measuring out heavy cream when you spoke up, “I like my birthday now.” 

He glanced up from where he was carefully cutting chicken. “You do?”

“Mhm. My birthday always kinda sucked when I was growing up,” you shrugged. “I mean—It always kinda felt like they were about other people than just me. My cake always had to be something everyone liked instead of something I liked.” For a moment, you paused, and then looked up, waving a hand. “Not that I didn’t like it! I like vanilla cake just fine,” you shrugged. “But… I dunno. Ice cream cakes are nice. Cupcakes are nice. I just kinda wish it was my decision more often, y’know?”

Is that why you told him not to worry about a cake…? He just watched you for a moment, trying to gauge your thoughts. “It can be your decision now.”

For a second, you just stood there, processing that. “Soonie?” You looked up, voice so small now. “Can we order cake? It can just be two slices for delivery, but—”

He laughed, warm as ever, and nodded. “I’ll pull up the app when I’m done and we can look. Tell me more about your birthdays.”

You shook your head. “Nah. I mean… I never really liked being ‘the birthday girl’ with all the attention on her, y’know? I like what I can do now. Going out with my friends, and then just… getting to come home to you and do something laid-back.” With a blissful sigh, you continued to make the alfredo sauce for your pasta. “I like that I don’t have to pretend to be someone I’m not.” 

Something ached in his chest at that. You hadn’t told him everything about your past, sure, but you’d told him that you did hide things about yourself growing up. Your interests, your personality, all wrapped up in a tight package of anxiety that you’d say the wrong thing or do something and be hated. It was all irrational, and you knew that now, but as a child with anxiety? Soonyoung couldn’t fault you for struggling so much with it growing up. Yet something softened inside of him as he realized the implications of what you said: you felt safe being yourself around him.

Good, then. He liked being himself around you, too.

The gloves crinkled as they came off, and he tossed them into the bin before making his way over to you. You turned right as he wrapped his arms around you, pressing a long kiss against your lips before drawing away. 

You smiled at him. “Hi?”

“Hi,” he giggled. “Happy birthday. I love you.” 

You kissed him back, soft and sweet, before pulling away. “I love you, too, you dork.” 

Soonyoung drew away, already going for his phone to start looking up dessert places. He would have done this for you a thousand times over if it meant he could see that pretty smile on your face. And he knew he’d kiss that smile again when the night was over and you were back where you belonged in his arms.

Hopefully, you two could spend your next birthday just like this, too.

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from down the hall

pairing: non-idol!hyunjin x fem!reader

genre: hurt/comfort. neighbors au.

warnings: reader having a bad day. mentions of reader wearing makeup. crying.

word count: ~1.8k

daisy's notes: face masks... self care.... mwah....

Quietly, you dropped your bag next to the front door. If you had someone to come home to, you would have called out to them there. Instead, you just let yourself cry at long last while you slip out of your shoes. You set them aside, taking just a minute to sit on the step up into your apartment. The dam broke, and you buried your face in your hands. How could one day go so wrong? 

Instead, you pulled yourself together. You roughly wiped at your eyes, makeup coming off onto your sleeve, and slipped into your house slippers before continuing further into the apartment. No point in mourning a depressing day. You made your way into your bathroom, pulling down a bottle of makeup remover as you slowly began to remove the look you’d put together for your birthday. The foundation came off on the multiple cotton rounds you roughly wiped your face with, and then the eyeshadow and the eyeliner and the mascara. Soon enough, you were staring at your bare face, looking so tired now. That wasn’t where your routine ended though: a cleanser, and then exfoliating. You looked through the face masks you’d bought last time you were at the store, and plucked one that you’d been saving for a rainy day. Today, for sure, was the rainy day to end rainy days. But you could put it on after you changed into your pajamas. Tonight was officially a self care night, the pick-me-up you truly needed today.

So you threw it onto the couch, and then made your way to your bedroom. You stripped off each article of clothing, tossing it into your laundry basket. Tomorrow morning, you’d do laundry once you came home from work. You pulled on a camisole, stopping to admire yourself for just a moment. Self confidence was not something you had in spades, but you were working on it, and admiring yourself when you felt you looked great was a baby step you were glad to take. Then one of your hoodies, and then the softest pair of pajama pants you had.

Halfway to your couch, there was a knock on your door. So you made your way over there, opening the door to reveal Hyunjin. Your breath caught in your throat as you stared at him now, admiring how pretty he looked compared to the messy, tired-looking you. His hair was pulled in that half-up style you’d always liked on him, and he looked like he’d come home from work in a button-up and dress pants. The top buttons had been left undone, his sleeves pushed up to his elbows. He looked you over, and suddenly you were all too aware of how you must have looked to him. Hyunjin was radiant in every way that you felt you weren’t.

“Are you busy?” He asked after a moment. He looked down to where he was carrying a little cardboard box in one hand. “I brought you something.” 

Your gaze flickered down to the box for a second before returning to his face. He seemed nervous, and you couldn’t help but wonder why. “Um. No.” Then you paused, realizing how curt that had been. “Do, uh, do you wanna come in?”

He bit his bottom lip for a second before letting it go. “Do… you want me to? It’s your birthday, so I thought you would have been spending time with—”

All at once, you broke again, too easily for your own liking. Hyunjin’s eyes widened, and he stepped a little closer, unsure of what to say or do. You just shook your head, and he stepped back just as quickly. “I—” You hiccuped. “I’m sorry, I—”

Hyunjin held out the box to you. “Here,” he said. “I’ll be back in a few minutes. Just wait here, okay?”

You accepted the box from him, holding it carefully in your hands while tears continued to stream down your cheeks. Hyunjin disappeared down the hall to his own apartment, letting himself in as you quietly stewed in your own emotions. The two of you were… friends, in a loose sense, at least. The two of you shared polite conversation often enough. For a moment, you wracked your mind to figure out when you mentioned your birthday to him for him to know. Then it clicked: a week ago, you’d told him that your birthday was today. It’d  been an offhanded thing when he asked if you had any exciting plans coming up. You’d just smiled and said that you were probably going out with some friends on your birthday…

And then that fell through for reasons you didn’t want to remember quite yet. It still stung to even think about now, and you just pushed it back toward the back of your mind. 

When Hyunjin came back to you, he was dressed far more comfortably in a t-shirt and sweatpants. A bag hung loosely from his shoulders, and he jostled it while pushing a few loose strands of his hair from his eyes. “Should we…?”

You stepped out of the way wordlessly, and Hyunjin quietly made his way into your apartment. You shut the door, securing it before following him to where he’d started taking in the sight of your apartment.

“It’s nice in here,” he said softly. “It smells like citrus.”

No doubt because of the air freshener you used. You always cycled through different scents you liked throughout the year, and right now you’d gone with sweet citrus. “Thank you?”

He dropped his bag onto your couch, noticing the face mask. “Do you have another?” He picked it up, turning to you. “If not, it’s okay.”

Your mouth went dry all of a sudden, and you just pointed toward the bathroom. He stooped down to drop the package onto your coffee table before starting toward it, only to stop halfway as he turned to you again.

“Is it okay if I…?”

You just nodded, unsure of what else to say. A few minutes later, he returned to you with a face mask in his hands, saying that he would buy you another one to replace it—and maybe a few others, if you wanted. He took care of his skin a lot, apparently. He turned back to you, only to realize something.

“Is it okay that I’m…?” He glanced around your apartment. “Your boyfriend isn’t going to fight me, is he?”

You blinked. “Boyfriend?”

“Don’t you…?” He trailed off, brows furrowing. “I see that guy leaving your apartment sometimes.” 

Guy…? It clicked a second later. “Jeonghan isn’t my boyfriend, he’s my brother.” 

He gave you a strange look. “What?”

“Adoptive brother,” you clarified. It was far from the first time you had to do that, too. “He comes by a lot to check on me—that’s all it is.” 

“Oh.” He slowly settled down onto your couch. “So you’re single?”

Part of you wanted to call him out right then and there and see what he was trying to do. Instead, your voice had caught in your throat, and all you could do was give a sheepish nod in response. “Mhm.” 

He nodded to himself, looking toward your TV. “Do you want to watch something? I brought my laptop—and I took a cable from Felix so we could hook it up…” He trailed off for a moment, and then looked at you again. “If you want?” 

Finally, you gathered yourself for one important question. “What are you doing?”

Hyunjin went beet red at the question, as if hit with the realization that the two of you weren’t close. On friendly terms, yes, but close enough for him to just come into your apartment and spend time with you…? He stood up, all too aware of how awkward this must be. “I can go—”

“No!” You said it too quickly, too impulsive in your need to not be alone anymore tonight. “It’s okay,” you said after a moment. “You can stay. I just…” You fiddled with the sleeve of your hoodie. “I wanted to ask.” 

Hyunjin looked sheepish now, face still flushed. “I thought you shouldn’t be alone on your birthday. And I thought that… we talk… It’s not like I’m a stranger…” 

Something about how flustered he was now almost made you giggle. How cute could one person be? “It’s okay,” you said again as you made your way to the kitchen. “Do you want something to drink? I’ve got water, different sodas… I can make tea, too—”

“Water is fine.”

With two bottles in hand, you returned to Hyunjin and curled up on the other end of the table. He popped open the pink box, revealing a few plain cupcakes inside.

“I wasn’t sure what flavor you liked, so I just got vanilla…” He looked up. “Is that okay?”

Your heart swelled in your chest. How much had he thought of you…? “That’s more than okay,” you said.

Over the next thirty minutes, the two of you had grown more comfortable. You found a movie the two of you agreed on (at your insistence—you knew what you liked, but you didn’t want to subject Hyunjin to something he hated), and you curled up with your cupcake in hand. Eventually, you looked up to see Hyunjin with a sketchbook resting in his lap, glancing up at you every so often. 

“Are you drawing me?”

He nodded. He looked down one more, and then turned the sketchbook to face you, revealing a light sketch of you—still messy, but you could make out key features already. “It’s a birthday present,” he said. “You can keep it when I’m done.” 

Speechless, you just smiled at him, unsure of what you could say that could thank him enough for everything he was doing for you. You just settled back into the couch, smiling to yourself as you hugged a pillow against your chest.

“Hey…” Hyunjin nudged you with his foot. “I just wanted to say I…” He trailed off for a moment.

You turned your head, watching the way he gazed at you with so many words unspoken. Yet the soft look in his eyes told you so much more. Maybe tomorrow you would tell him that you knew, and that you’d be okay with going out with him sometime. Instead, you let him be flustered as he watched you for a few seconds longer.

“Happy birthday,” he finally settled on. “I hope you’re happier now.”

And you were. All thanks to the guy from down the hall who took the initiative to make this birthday better.

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late night chats

pairing: non-idol!bang chan x fem!reader

genre: fluff. silly lil fluff.

warnings: food. its just a silly lil fic abt making plans w chris. mentions of past panic attacks and a not great ex-best friend.

word count: ~1.2k

daisy's notes: oh to go see the tigers with someone i love......

Chris turned over to wish you a happy birthday right at midnight, for once in bed… Only to find that you weren’t there.

He pushed the blankets off, stretching as he sat up before slipping into his house slippers. For once, he was half-asleep (the things he did for you), and pushed himself up. With a slight sway, he rubbed at his eyes before groping around for where he’d thrown his hoodie… Only to find that it was missing, too. No doubt your doing. Not that it bothered him: you liked stealing his hoodies. You told him once that you liked the smell of his cologne, and hugging or draping his hoodies around your shoulders often made you feel closer to him. Sure, sometimes you’d wear his larger ones, but you liked draping them over your shoulders the same way he would sometimes while you were working. 

Easily enough, he found you in the kitchen, standing over a pot of ramen, a pan sitting next to it with nothing in it at the moment. You had tied the sleeves of his hoodie so that it hung around your shoulders, some video essay playing off of your phone. The carton of eggs sat next to you, and you reached over to pop it open.

“Birthday ramen?” He said, trying to make a joke out of it. Except you jerked back, a sharp gasp escaping you as you turned to face Chris.

Instantly, you were relieved, even though you likely knew how silly it was to be startled by him. “You can go back to sleep, Chris,” you said after a moment, turning back to your ramen. “I’m just hungry.”

“Nah.” He made his way over, leaning against the counter. “I’m not tired.” He paused, glancing down at your ramen. “... Do you wanna share?”

With a sigh of relief, you bumped your shoulder against his. “I don’t think I could finish this alone. You want an egg?”

Chris then watched as you cracked a few eggs into the pan—one for him, one for yourself—before changing the topic. “So… Any plans for the day?”

You shrugged. “I dunno. Bare minimum was taking the day off, and since I did get it…” You chewed at the inside of your cheek for a moment. “Didn’t think ahead past a vague ‘enjoy freedom.’”

He nodded along, arms folded across his chest. “We could… go to the aquarium.” 

“We went a few weeks ago,” you said. “With Felix and Jeongin.”

Ah. Right. It’d been your idea to invite the two. Chris hummed to himself. “Amusement park?”

“Ehhh.” 

“Oh.” He looked at you again, “Right, you don’t like roller coasters.”

“It’s not that I don’t like them—”

He shook his head. “No, I remember the story you told me. High school best friend forced you onto a ride you didn’t want to go on, and you had a panic attack afterward.” Chris frowned at the thought. You’d laughed off the story when you first told it to him, but it was half-hearted. He’d held your hand and promised he’d never push you into anything you were completely sure you didn’t want to do (and he’d keep holding your hand if you decided you wanted to try something). “Still can’t believe she fucking laughed at you.”

You shrugged it off, not meeting his gaze as you pressed your lips together for a minute. A few seconds later, you forced a smile. “Eh. It is what it is.” 

Except you deserved better than that, he wanted to say. Sometimes Chris imagined how different certain situations in your life could have gone if he had been there to hold your hand and speak up where you were too afraid to. He would have told her that it wasn’t funny. He would have split a funnel cake with you and called you cute. Maybe next time some of his friends wanted to go, he’d get you to go with him and he’d split one with you there and keep you company when they wanted to go on rides you didn’t like. 

Something stuck out in his mind, though. “... Zoo?”

Immediately, your head jerked up. “Hm?” But he could see the look in your eyes, a new idea planted right then and there in your brain. 

He giggled. “You’re like Berry when I ask her if she wants to go for a walk.”

With a snort, you rolled your eyes and turned back to the ramen. “Still…”

“If you wanna go to the zoo, we can go to the zoo.” He smiled to himself, already planning out the trail the two of you could take. He knew one of them was called the tiger trail, and, well… If the tiger plushies that littered your bedroom weren’t proof enough of your love of the big cat, everything he knew about you did. He shimmied his shoulders playfully as he moved his way over to you, “We could see the tiiigers—”

In the tiniest voice, you spoke up shyly, “... Could we?”

He just pulled you into his arms with a laugh. “If that’s what you wanna do! It’s your birthday,” he kissed the side of your neck before nuzzling his nose against it. “If you wanna see the tigers, we’ll go see the tigers.” Chris could feel the way your skin warmed up, and he just giggled again at how flustered you’d become. “Baby?” He turned you around to face him, caging you in between himself and the oven. “Say it.”

You buried your face into your hands. “You’re embarrassing.”

“I’m not gonna make fun of you,” he said, poking your sides just to see you jolt. “I just wanna hear you say it.”

Even after dating him for this long, you were still so shy sometimes. “Chris?” You peeked at him from between your fingers. “I wanna go see the tigers.”

He pulled your hands away from your face all too easily, peppering your face with kisses. “Then we’ll go see the tigers!” He held your face in his hands. “You’re so cute.”

You averted your gaze, and then finally spoke up after a few seconds, “takes one to know one.”

Fine. He’d let you get that one for today. Other days, he’d deny it and try to paint you as the cutest one in this relationship (truly, there was no competition in his eyes), but for today? He’d let you win. He just kissed you, warm and sweet, before drawing back. “Happy birthday,” he said. And then he pinched your cheeks one last time. “Gonna go see the tigers with my baby…”

You finally let out a groan, yet it was clear how much you still loved him. He might be a dorky mess of a partner, but he was yours. “We can go see your family, too, y’know,” you turned back to the stovetop to make sure nothing had stuck over overcooked. “There’s kangaroos.”

He just laughed, wrapping his arms around you. “Whatever you wanna do,” he said. “I’ll be right there with you.”

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