New Obsessions Unlocked: Ken Sato.

new obsessions unlocked: ken sato.

girls will carry unimaginable primordial rage but still go about their day as if nothing is wrong and that is very sexy of us I think

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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cheol telling you that you should trade - he holds out his credit card to keep in your wallet in exchange for a polaroid of you to keep in his. he didn't expect the photo to be so spicy, but you can both be generous 💋🤑

you were hesitant but seungcheol insisted. he wanted you to have it just in case you ever needed it. for emergencies! (for treating yourself too but he knew he’d have to work on getting you to do that one).

you obliged, finally, but only after promising to give him something in return.

“what is it?” he asks, trying to peek behind your fingers at your wallet.

“close your eyes!”

“what? baby-”

“close ‘em! and hold out your hand.”

“just one?”

he can hear the mischievous smile in your voice when you giddily say, “yeah, just the one.”

he sighs but does as he’s asked. he owes you this much, after all. and he loves you or whatever.

his face scrunches up in confusion when he feels you place something plasticky in his palm. it feels thin enough to be paper but the texture is wrong. is it… what he thinks it is?

“open!”

it’s a polaroid lying face down in his hand. he had guessed right. this was way better than a credit card and a million times more valuable. he’d always wanted to keep a picture of you in his wallet like everyone used to do. he thought the idea was romantic.

“turn it over!”

he does, eyes almost popping out of his skull when he sees that it’s a mostly naked picture of you. he rushes to cover it before remembering you’re at home, alone, and settling on placing it gingerly on the counter in front of him.

“do you like it?” you ask. you sound nervous but seungcheol has no idea why.

“you’re joking, right?”

“well, you haven’t said anything.”

“all the blood in my head went straight to my dick. there are no thoughts up there, babe.” you snort. “i’m serious. this is so hot, you’re so hot. come here…”

he turns away from the picture to kiss you, using both hands to cup your face so that he can be the one in control. you melt into him easily, letting him lead until you have to pull away to breathe.

“i don’t know how i’m going to keep that in my wallet,” he admits breathlessly.

“just put it behind your license where no one will see it.”

“that’s not what i’m worried about.”

“then what?”

“i’m worried that i’ll get hard every time i pull it out to pay for something, just knowing it’s in there.”

“would that be the end of the world?”

“well, i don’t want people to think i’m getting it up over dry cleaning or lottery tickets or something.”

“if you’re so worried about it, i can always take it back…” you trail off as you reach for the picture but seungcheol snatches it off the counter before you can get a finger on it.

“nope, no take-backs. it’s mine.”

“but you said-”

he clears his throat unsubtly. “i’ll learn to manage.”

you put a hand over your heart in faux-surprise. “you’re so brave.”

CASUAL DOMINANCE W/ MINGYU — sfw

buckling your seatbelt

"I can do it myself you know?" Looking at your boyfriend, he was lent over your seat, his hand on the seat buckle as he tried buckling you in.

"I know." He said, glancing up at you with a gentle smile on his face before returning to the task at hand. "But you don't have to."

You sighed, rolling your eyes however you were far from being annoyed. If anything, in some strange way — to be loved is to be considered and that is exactly what he was doing.

"I'm not a baby Mingyu." Your words held a bit of amusement to them, your boyfriend finally making eye contact with you after he safely secured your seatbelt.

"Well not exactly no." He shook his head, looking off for a bit as his thoughts wandered. "But you're my baby." He looked back at you, nothing but admiration and love in his eyes. It had you almost feeling as if you were falling in love all over again.

"I love you." You muttered out, planting a kiss to his lips.

"I love you too." He replied back before fastening his own seatbelt and reversing out of the driveway.

feeding you whenever you’re doing something

"Open."

Your lips parted at his words, eyes not moving from your laptop once as he shoveled a spoonful of food into your mouth. After much argument about how you needed to get your paper done and didn't have time to eat — Mingyu planted himself right next to you on the couch, deciding he would take it upon himself if you "didn't have the time."

As soon as you began to chew, your stomach betrayed you as it let out a loud grumble.

"I thought you said you weren't hungry." Mingyu asked, his eyes narrowing in at the side of your face.

You could feel him glaring at you, but you still refused to take your eyes off the keyboard. You meekly shrugged, not wanting to get scolded. "I lied."

Your boyfriend sighed, shaking his head before scooping up another bite of food and holding it to your mouth as he spoke the same words yet again. "Open."

tying your shoes for you

"What are you doing?" You looked back at your boyfriend as you took notice of how he stopped in his tracks.

"C'mere." He said, grabbing at your waist to guide you to a nearby wall.

You two were taking a late afternoon stroll through downtown, the both of you deciding it would be nice to spend some quality time together and explore the new city his group was touring in. Everything was going smoothly as you two walked quietly next to each other, until he managed to take notice of something that you apparently hadn't yet.

Mingyu leant against the wall, bending his knee out and tapping at it. "Give me your foot."

"What?" You asked, still oblivious.

"Your shoe Y/n. It's untied."

Looking down at your feet, you finally noticed that the laces of your sneakers had managed to come undone. "Oh." You said before using his shoulder as something for balance as you placed your foot on his extended leg.

Mingyu began to tie the two strings together for you as you watched him with amusement. You let out a snort as you replayed the scene of his seriousness back in your head.

"What?" He asked, taking his eyes off the bow he was tying to look at you in question.

"Nothing." You responded, but gave in quickly as the thought became too amusing for you to keep to yourself. "I just thought it was funny how you're the clumsy one, but you seemed to be concerned about me when it comes to something as simple as my shoe laces coming undone."

Mingyu smiled as he finally finished off tying the laces, gently placing your leg back on the ground. "I will never not be concerned about you." He said, grabbing at your waist and pulling you in to kiss the side of your head. "Plus, you're always looking out for me, might as well return the favor right?"

You smiled up at him with eyes full of love to which he just couldn't resist the urge to kiss your lips as soon as it was in his line of vision.

"Right."

making you use your words

You were exhausted. It had overall been a terrible day from start to finish and as you got home and were finally able to get out of your uncomfortable work clothes, the weight off the world came crashing down on you.

The smell of the delicious dinner your boyfriend was cooking lingered in the air as you trudged your way down the hall and into the kitchen. You stood behind him, watching as he chopped away at the vegetables and occasionally stopped to stir the stew on the stove. When he turned around to grab something, you nearly gave him a heart attack as his hand flew to his chest due to shock.

"Y/n, what the hell."

You stared up at his tall figure from under the blanket you threw over your body as an attempt of comfort. "Hi." You said, your voice small.

Mingyu was rather quick to take attention to this, setting the spoon down on the counter and raising an eyebrow at you. "What's the matter baby?"

You shrugged, looking down and avoiding eye contact with him.

"Do you need something?" He asked again, lowering his head as he attempted to get your eyes back on him.

Once again, you shrugged. Although you did in fact need something after the terrible day you just had, you've always had a problem with voicing what you wanted and Mingyu knew this better than anyone — in fact, he knew exactly what you needed. He just wanted to hear you say it.

"You gotta use your words baby. I can't read your mind." His voice was soft as he gently tried to coax a verbal answer out of you.

Taking in a deep breath, you finally lifted your head to peer up at him. "A hug." You said so softly, he almost didn't hear you — but he knew.

His arms were quick to wrap around you as soon as the words left your mouth and you buried your head in his chest as you hid away from the rest of the world in them.

looking out for you when you’re drunk

"Y/n get down."

You looked at your boyfriend from your spot on the bar counter where you danced, mentally cursing at him for being able to handle his alcohol so well unlike you. You ignored his extended arm to assist you, instead singing along to the lyrics of the song that played as the rush of liquid courage got to your head.

"You're going to get hurt." He tried again, this time much more stern and insistent. "I'm not going to tell you again. Get down."

"No." You said stubbornly, a pout forming on your face as you crossed your arms.

Mingyu sighed, looking you dead in the eye for a few seconds before moving too fast for your drunken brain to process. In record time, you were swept off the bar counter and back on the floor. You attempted to swat him away after you were placed safely on the ground, however it was no use as his hand was quick to grab your wrist.

"Y/n." He sent you a warning glare.

You grumbled, muttering a pathetic apology before a smile spread across your face at the change of song and you forgot all about what was happening. "This is my jam!" You yelled out, running to the dance floor as Mingyu was too late to grab ahold of you before you could wander off.

You were going to be the death of him.