Strawberry Kisses (felix)

🖇Strawberry Kisses (felix)

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WORD COUNT: 2.4k

GENRE: Enemies to lovers, Fluff, Suggestive, College AU, 

DESCRIPTION: You were the kind of person that had their entire life planned out. However, everything goes astray when your high school boyfriend breaks your heart a week before Valentine’s day, the holiday of love. He starts messing with Felix’s tumultuous girlfriend, which only causes further trouble. You and Felix had always butted heads, your personalities polar opposites to one another, but things unexpectedly change after one fateful encounter. 

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WARNINGS: Alcohol consumption, Implied one night stand, Violence, 

OPTIONAL PLAYLIST: <3 by Vi, Happy anymore by Savannah Sgro, You heard me by Heather Sommer, Loverboy by KILLBOY, Obvious by Hwanhee, 

You felt at a loss. You had never expected your boyfriend of four years to stab your heart as so, to leave you bleeding and confused on what had changed between the dynamics of him and you. You were in love, or so you thought. Until, he threw the ‘It’s not you, it’s me" curveball.

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"It was stupid of you."

"Okay."

"And reckless."

"Okay."

"And dangerous."

"Okay."

"And stupid. Did I already mention that? Because it was fucking stupid."

"Oka-"

"Fuck!" you snap. "Why do you keep saying that? Is it the only word in your vocabulary?"

Minho shrugs defeatedly, like none of this matters to him, but his guilty eyes tell you otherwise. He purses his lips for a second, before he tells you, "What else am I supposed to say?"

"Say you're sorry? Say you'll stop doing it? Say you won't put me through this again?"

He stays quiet, and to be honest, you expected him to. He's too stubborn for his own good and he's too good for his own sake. He's got the kindest heart you know, and you will always love him for it, but...

It's hard to make peace with it when he shows up at your doorstep every few weeks with bruises all over, like an abandoned dog asking you to take him in and put him back together.

It's hard to keep track of all the reasons he tells you to justify his borderline foolhardy actions. The last time it happened, it was because he ran into some psycho abusing the stray cats near his neighborhood. Tonight, it was because he saw someone get mugged on the street.

It's even harder to be okay with the fact that he's infinitely selfless and kind because you love your friend.

You love your friend.

You heave a sigh, going back to the task at hand because you know there's no convincing Minho otherwise. Sometimes, you wish he'd think of himself, that he'd put himself over others. Sometimes, you wish he'd think about you.

You asked him about it once, why he kept showing up to yours instead of going to a hospital. Instead of going home.

He only replied, simple and earnest, "I just want to be here with you."

You soak a cotton swab in rubbing alcohol before you press it gently against the cut on his cheek, wincing when he does. Then you move to the cut on the bridge of his nose, the one on his jawline, the one on the corner of his mouth...

You don't meet his eyes, but you feel his steady gaze on you the entire time you tend to his wounds. You're aware of how your hands are shaking, the way every breath you exhale is trembling, and that there are tears ready to overflow any second now.

The first one spills as you work on cleaning the blood off the corner of his mouth.

Then, suddenly, the cotton swab is no longer in your hand. Minho carelessly flings it elsewhere, and before you can scold him for interrupting you, his palms are on your face, delicate fingers cradling your jaw.

You blink. Just a split second, and his lips are on yours.

He's soft, and warm, and sweet, despite the bitterness that's been on your tongue the entire night. You love him. You do.

And he kisses you like he loves you too, tenderly and wholeheartedly.

You want to keep him with you forever, to never let him go, to not have to see him get hurt ever again. You don't think it's possible for you to endure it anymore, now that you know how it feels to have him like this.

When he pulls away, you're dazed. Rightfully so.

Minho doesn't stray from you for too long. He lets you catch your breath before he's leaning in once more.

Another kiss. Three seconds.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles against your lips, his tone so painfully sincere.

Another kiss. Four seconds.

"I'll stop doing it."

Then another one. Five seconds.

"I won't put you through this again."

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STRAY KIDS in Tommy Hilfiger MET GALA 2024

Aphrodisiacs · 「Craving You」

➥ Cop!Minho x Sex Worker!Reader (f) — 3.7k

➥ The author chooses not to issue tags for everything that takes place in this work to preserve some element of surprise where applicable. By continuing, you accept to proceed at your own risk. Read full disclaimer here.

⚠ — Voyeurism, corruption kink, references to virginity, crass language.

➥ He knows you’re in possession of the information he needs, but you’re not willing to give it up that easily.

Third fucking time this month.

Yes, The 81st Precinct was thankful you were colluding with them on their narcotics operation, but your antics were getting a bit old. You were here every fucking week claiming you had some new intel for them. You had to get yourself arrested first to make it look convincing to your pimp, when in fact, it just seemed like you wanted a free ride with not many tip-offs worth a damn. Just a couple of misdemeanors here and there, and that was it.

Then again, if they wanted Seo Changbin, they knew they were handcuffed to you, and you weren’t going to give everything on a silver platter in one go. Not when you had the opportunity to see him whenever the fuck you wanted.

Lee Minho. Your personal Cop Charming that got your pussy dripping with a single look.

“She’s here again bullshitting at optimal performance, Lieutenant,” Hyunjin walked into Minho’s office, dark circles under his eyes very telling of the inhumane hours he was working lately, “She wants you, or she won’t talk.”

Minho was holding onto the last crumbs of his sanity for dear life himself because he hadn’t slept in three fucking days working on the loose ends of some murder case. He wouldn’t admit this to Hyunjin, but hearing you were at the precinct gave his stamina the tiniest of boosts. Even in that condition, he kept a perfect façade of maximal annoyance to not show any color.

“What does she want this time?”

Rhetoricalest of questions. He didn’t give a single fuck. You could be in the precinct for murder charges for all he cared. The bottom line was you were there.

He strolled towards Interrogation Room 3, walked into the suffocatingly gray space like he was forced to meet a friend, and slammed the thin file in his hand on the table.

“Talk.”

“No pleasantries?” you cocked a brow with a knowing smile on your lips, “That’s very rude, Lieutenant.”

“One of these days you’re legit gonna end up behind bars, you know that right? You’re like that boy who cried wolf.

“First of all, that’s Christopher for obvious reasons,” you corrected him while crossing your legs under the table, “You never come to see me so I have to come see you.”

God, you were such a classy whore. What kind of a prostitute wore a fucking blazer over a damn bralette? Do up two of those buttons and you could actually go to a job interview.

Minus the micro mini skirt, of course.

“Look, I don’t have time to play your games anymore,” Minho lied through his teeth, “You’d better start talking soon, or…”

“Or what?” you interrupted him and leaned into the table clasping your hands, “You let me go. Bin kills me. Your case is cold. Is that what you want?”

Well, if he said what he wanted out loud, he would have had to hand in his badge and face some jail time maybe. You were lucky there were people behind that two-way mirror. When he didn’t answer, you leaned back in the uncomfortable chair and put your feet on the table.

“You know, I’ve always wanted to fuck you in the backseat of the patrol car, but since you never come to pick me up, we’re gonna have to make do with the interrogation room, I guess,” you squinted your eyes with a calm smile and pointed at the mirror behind him, “I don’t mind an audience.”

“Fucking christ…” Minho got up to his feet to leave the room seemingly irked, but the reality was it was getting a little hard to be around you, pun fully intended.

“Why are you being so stubborn?” you called out after him, “You like me, Lieutenant.”

“Excuse you?” he turned around with a dangerously angry face.

“Just say you want to fuck me. I won’t charge you, I promise.”

All Minho could do was slam the door behind him whereas you broke into a laughter fit. Who needed to go to the movies when Lee Minho existed for entertainment, really?

“Thank fuck she only talks to me. Very valuable information obtained,” Minho stormed into the observation room and scared the shit out of Hyunjin, “Go get us some coffee. I can barely keep my eyes open.”

“Yes, Lieutenant.”

“And tell Jisung and Chris to get their asses over here!”

He plopped down on one of the chairs and fixated his gaze on you. He was alone in the room now. You were also alone on the other side of the mirror. Why? Why were you doing this? Why did you keep getting yourself arrested every fucking week if not to see him? Did you really want him to be the one to come pick you up? Did you really mean what you said?

You suddenly stood up and removed your jacket, and after hanging it behind that godforsaken chair you were sitting on, you walked towards the mirror. You were concerningly close to him even though there was this huge mirror separating you, and you were looking right into his eyes.

How the fuck could you even tell where he was sitting?

You removed your bralette and pressed your breasts against the mirror, then blew hot air all over the print you left behind and started writing on your condensed breath:

I ❥ U Mean Hoe

Minho unwittingly snorted and pressed the intercom button.

“You spelled it wrong.”

“No, I didn’t,” you walked back to your chair, “You’re very mean.”

“Put your clothes back on.”

“Make me, Minho.”

“It’s Lieutenant Lee.”

“Sorry,” you jumped on the table and spread your legs to flash your pussy at him, “Make me, Lieutenant Lee.”

As if the sight of cunt wasn’t enough, you started playing with yourself right in front of him, spreading your labia and teasing your clit to torture him. Minho loudly swallowed and he could feel how painfully hard he was getting inside his pants. 

“Come play with me,” you licked your fingers and started fondling your breasts, “You’ll like how they feel, I promise.”

You started rubbing yourself, not slowly whatsoever. Full on to have an orgasm with brisk movements of your wrist. Minho’s hand reached inside his pants like he was hypnotized, palming himself while gawking at you and thinking just how many strokes it would take for him to shoot his load. God, he would cum so much. You would look fucking pretty with his seed dripping down your face, out of your pussy, on your—

What the fuck am I doing?

“What’s taking so goddamn long?” he mumbled to himself and stood up to head to the interrogation room to put a reluctant end to your show. When he opened the door, however, you were fully dressed. Minho thought he was going crazy for a second there.

“The fuck are you playing at?” he creased his brows, utterly confused.

“What did I do? I’m just sitting here.”

“You were just by the—”

Minho pointed at the two-way mirror, but the deviously cute message you’d written was not there anymore.

“Are you abusing the coke stashes you’re confiscating by any chance, Lieutenant?” you looked at him with bootleg concern.

The sleeplessness must have been finally catching up to him. He needed to go crash in his bed as soon as possible before he actually crashed somewhere in the precinct.

“Never mind.”

He closed the door behind him and slapped himself on the way to get a grip. This was not the time to have delusions. Nevertheless, when he walked into the observation room…

Right inside that mirror, like his personal porn or intricately customized torture, he saw you fucking Hyunjin on that table, legs wrapped around his waist, eyes rolling back, moaning his name over and over again as he was ravishing your neck.

“Do you have a fucking death wish?!”

He marched back towards the interrogation room, pupils blown wide and fuming out of his nostrils. Running into him on the way, Chris and Jisung almost ended up as collateral damage.

“Everything okay, Lieut—?”

“Get the fuck inside that observation room!”

When Minho barged in, fully ready to knock a bitch out for some reason, he found you by yourself again at the exact spot he left you in. 

Chilling.

“Where’s that fucker?” he snarled, frantically looking around as if there were any places to hide.

“Who?”

“Hyunjin.”

“Who?”

“He was just here. I saw you two!” 

“Doing what?”

He was about to rip his hair out. He slammed his hands on the table and invaded all your personal space, bringing his face close to almost occupy the same space as yours.

“Are you fucking with me?!”

All you did was smile. Crooked. Twisted. Sinister. Not intimidated in the slightest. 

“Yes.” 

Teasing Minho was endlessly entertaining, but when he was this close, of course you were going to take advantage of that. It could have been the chase. It could have been the amount of electricity you both were emitting every time you were in a confined space together. Or it could have been the unbearable amount of palpable tension between you two, but at the exact moment you pecked his gorgeous lips at long last, the power went out. A loud locking sound came from the door, which prompted Minho to instinctively dash towards it.

“Chris! Jisung! You hear me?” he banged on the door, “Get over here!”

No dice. The heavy door wouldn’t budge, nor was anyone coming. Minho made a mental note of assigning these three to fucking traffic duty for an entire month the second he got out of there.

“Looks like you’re stuck here with me,” your sing-songy voice echoed in the room and pulled him back to reality, “Is that really so bad?”

Why yes, it was the worst fucking thing that could happen at that moment. Minho had no way of making himself scarce anymore, and you were blasting your damn pheromones at him at full force, and he was trying so hard not to bend you over this table, and why the FUCK did you smell so—fucking—good?!

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then sat on the chair in front of you, allegedly to think of ways to get out, but his mind had stopped working. 

Could you blame him?

“Have you ever eaten a prostitute’s pussy, Lieutenant?” you casually asked out of nowhere.

“Do I take a bath in herpes water?” he menacingly responded, “No, thanks.”

Okay, good. This was good. All he needed to do was be insufferably antagonistic, and he could walk out of this without a scratch.

“Are you saying you’re not daydreaming about eating mine right now?”

“Why would I willingly put a cumdump in my mouth?”

“Cumdump?” you started laughing scornfully, “Oh, you don’t know, do you?” 

You intertwined your fingers and rested your chin on them, then declared very nonchalantly like you were just telling him your favorite color or something.

“I only do anal. I never let my clients fuck my pussy.”

Minho felt a loud thump in his ribcage. Maybe his heart skipped a beat, maybe it beat a lot stronger than it should have. Whatever that was, his blood flow changed tracks, and all of that was rushing to his crotch now.

“You’re lying.”

“Am I?”

Were you? Did it really matter? Why were you talking about this all of a sudden now? Why? Why were you taking so much pleasure in torturing him like that?

Just what the fuck were you after?

“W-Why, though?”

You left your chair and leisurely walked behind him to whisper your answer into his ear.

“Because I’m saving myself for you.”

It wasn’t visible to the naked eye, but you just knew goosebumps were breaking all over his body. You placed your hand on his shoulders and gave them a gentle squeeze.

“I always imagine you when someone fucks me,” you continued and found yourself a spot to press your lips on, “I imagine you’re claiming me over…” 

You kissed his earlobe.

“...and over…” 

You kissed his cheek.

“...and over again.”

You kissed his jawline, and now he was on the brink of properly losing it.

“If you break me in, I’ll never let anyone else even touch my pussy,” you ran your hands down his thick biceps, “It’ll be yours forever.”

The man had nerves of steel because he still wasn’t doing anything. The only movement you could observe was his Adam’s apple bobbing with thick gulps and the way his chest was steadily rising and falling.

“Don’t you wanna know why I have this many clients, Lieutenant?” 

He knew. He knew already. You were fucking beautiful. You could seduce a man with a single look. You were nothing short of a demon asking him to sacrifice his firstborn to merely breathe the same air as you, and deep inside he was more than willing to worship the ground you walked on.

“I’ve had people cumming in their pants while eating my pussy,” you leaned against the table and started caressing his hair, “Yes, it tastes that good.”

Minho was so hard it was ridiculous. He was in so much pain, and all he wanted was to shove your head down and make you choke on his cock to save him from his misery, but that stoic face was simply unreadable.

“You’re scared you’re gonna like it and keep asking for more, aren’t you?” you chuckled softly, “What if a cop gets pussy drunk over a whore? How are we going to go on with our lives then?”

You sat on the table and threw one leg over the other side to trap him between your legs. Now he was locked here in more ways than one.

“Cave already,” you held his beautiful face in your hands, “Admit you want me.”

He finally looked up at you. Into your eyes. The blush on his cheeks was barely visible, but it was enough. That was the first sign of him cracking at long last.

“Do you… really not let people…?” he trailed off into a mumble.

“Does it really matter?” you countered with another question, “Do you want to be my first that much?”

“I do,” he spoke with a lack of hesitation surprising even to himself.

“Why?”

Because I love you. I’m so fucking in love with you it fucking kills me that other people touch you that way when I can’t.

“No reason,” he failed at his lying attempt miserably.

“You’re gonna have to take my word for it,” you tugged on the collar of his shirt and pulled him close, “Do you believe me when I say I’ve been saving myself for you?”

He wasn’t going to be able to take this anymore. He either needed to die right fucking now or else…

“Yes.”

“Do you believe me when I say I wanna devote myself to you?”

“Yes, I do.”

He had imagined kissing you so many times before, but nothing could ever compare to this. You wanted him. You wanted him so much. It was so obvious from the way you were dissolving between his lips, asking for more and more with a quickening pace.

“Are your little cop friends watching us right now?” you breathily asked in between your kisses.

“They are.”

“Would they enjoy watching me pleasure their iron lord lieutenant?”

This was way beyond teasing at this point. You were forcing it. You were forcing him to become something he was going to despise himself for, but it was too late for logic to kick in. That ship had sailed three touches ago.

You spread your legs wider, and Minho’s heart almost gave out. It was real. He didn’t imagine it. You really weren’t wearing any underwear. Dripping. So wet. Aroused out of your mind, just waiting to be consumed by him.

“Eat my pussy,” you pulled your skirt up to your waist, “You know you’re dying to know what it tastes like.”

Yes, he was, but he was so scared he was never going to be the man he once was if he went through with it even though every single one of his cells was screaming at him to do it.

“Eat it, you sick son of a bitch.”

Complete silence for two seconds. Very reminiscent of that eerie calm before a storm. Two seconds, but it felt like hours. He did everything he could to stop this from happening, but you were the one relentlessly insisting. There was nothing he could do anymore. No turning back. 

Minho pulled your legs towards himself so swiftly that you found yourself lying on your back on that table in a split second. He buried his face into your soaked cunt and started absolutely ravaging it. Fuck licking it clean, he was getting you even messier, spit everywhere, tongue smearing that concoction all over your folds until it dripped down to your ass. What did you expect, dragging him through hell for weeks on end, and he was supposed to be all loving and tender when you quite literally shoved your pussy into his face? How about no?

He was going to fucking devour it like his last meal. Angry grunts, harsh sucks, impatient licks, even some bites here and there. Until he got his entire face drenched with you. Until you begged for mercy.

“How does a virgin cunt taste, Lieutenant?” you deliriously laughed watching him go to town on you on your elbows.

Minho lost the ability to speak. All he could process was your moans in his ears and your clit throbbing on his tongue, wet sounds of his lips smacking against your pussy reverberating in the room. It tasted like his wildest dreams. Melting in his mouth, perfectly savory, making him go completely berserk.

“What if you came on that mirror and made me lick it clean?” you pulled his hair to make him look at you, “Because I will.”

Pouring that insanity fuel on the wildfire in the room was an utterly reckless move. Minho suddenly jumped at your lips and painted them with your slick, tongue still coated with your intense flavor, then lifted you up and carried you to the mirror so easily as if you were a piece of leaf. He hurriedly dropped his pants behind you and aligned himself with your entrance, trying his utmost best not to just shove his cock inside you, but…

He met absolutely no resistance sliding into your dripping hole whatsoever.

“Oh, you got a whole lot of goddamn nerve to lie to me.”

He fully rammed himself in one go and bottomed out, eliciting a delicious moan from your lips. You didn’t deserve to get adjusted to his girth anymore; you were just going to take him, all of him over and over and over again until you memorized where the veins on his cock bulged the most.

“How many men have been inside you, huh?” he landed a spank on your ass, “Did you think about me while fucking them?”

“Yes.”

“All of them?”

“Yes!”

“Did they give a fuck about making you cum at all?”

“N-no, they… didn’t!”

“Wanted me to break you in. Then have at it,” he abruptly changed his rhythm, and his thrusts got much sharper, “This is what a cock feels like inside a pussy. This is what it means to fuck.”

You were beautiful. Even when getting decimated by him, you were so fucking beautiful. He swiftly turned you around to look at you, to admire the expressions you made when he disappeared inside you. The only place he belonged to. In the secluded corners of his goddess. So tight, hugging him snugly to never ever let him go.

“You’re going to stop working,” he demanded in between his rough kisses, “This pussy is mine now.”

“Are you going to ask for my hand in marriage from my pimp?” you derided.

“If it comes to that, I fucking will,” he wrapped one leg around his waist and aligned himself again, “I love you, you hear me? I fucking love you.”

Minho felt how hard you throbbed when he said it out loud. With several pairs of eyes probably on you doing god knows what behind that mirror, he ravaged your neck, marking hickeys on your skin like eagerly signing his name on a marriage license while fucking you as deep as he could.

“You love me, too. You know you do,” he uttered in between his moans, “Bringing your ass here every week for some lame excuse, pretending you have names for me when this was what you wanted all along. You get arrested for me.”

“Minho!”

“No Minho for you yet. You’re gonna call me Lieutenant Lee until you earn it,” he touched your cheek, “Say it.”

He asked you to say it, but he wasn’t able to stop himself from kissing you hard. Your lips were so raw like you were gnawing at them, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Lieu…ten…ant Lee,” your brain was barely functioning, completely rendered obsolete to produce coherent words, “Lieut– L–”

It was actually cute that you couldn’t even fucking talk anymore. You wanted this, now you got it. His Roman Empire. The owner of his heart and his ass.

Anything for you.

“Say it!”

“I– I lo– I love y… Lee…”

You were physically unable to say it, but Minho heard it echoing in his mind nevertheless. He was going to cum to this, breed you for himself so that no one else could fucking touch you anymore. If they dared breathe in your general direction from this point on, he was resolute to gladly commit his first cold-blooded murder.

Lieutenant Lee. Lieutenant Lee. Lee. Lee. Lee!!!

“Lee. Yo, Lee!”

Minho snapped his eyes open with a harsh smack on his arm and was suddenly sucked back to the reality of the stakeout he was a part of in this decrepit building for the past three days.

“Yes, Captain.” 

“Wake the fuck up and get your gear,” you grabbed your weapon and spoke from the door before you left, “We’re going in.”

He slapped himself fully awake and began to quickly assemble his gun. Once you left the room, he quietly spoke to himself like a fucking maniac.

“One of these days, Captain,” he placed the gun in the holster and started walking towards the exit with quick steps, “Your ass is gonna be mine.” 

AUTHOR'S NOTE

I didn't plan this to be released on the cop SKZ Code day, your honor.

Aaand that's it! The second installment of Aphrodisiacs will be coming in October. See here if you wish to make a suggestion ^^

I'll see you soon.

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Husband Hyunjin whom everyone expected to make a grand proposal, prepared a simple candlelight dinner in your shared apartment and cooked your favorite meals. You thought it was just a usual dinner date at home which you’d do sometimes. He suddenly got down on one knee and opened a small box with a diamond ring, “Will you be my everlasting muse? The one who would love to spend the rest of their life with me?” 

Husband Hyunjin who cried and hugged you tightly as he thanked you for saying yes. 

Husband Hyunjin who was the happiest and got emotional during the weddingーmentally screaming, hair-ripping, toe-curling, exaggerated excitement (sincere), and deeply in thought about how he would spend an eternity with you. 

Husband Hyunjin who loves to stare at you while talking, especially on your lips thinking how much he wants to kiss you. His kisses start with innocent, soft, and warm then later change into intimate, hot, and intoxicating which makes you get addicted to them. 

Husband Hyunjin who loves to be babied and cuddled when he’s tired or just wants to be a small spoon whenever he feels like it. He’d refuse to go to work just to stay in bed all day with you. 

Husband Hyunjin whose dates consist of visiting art museums, picnics, watching musicals or movies, evening strolls, and road trips. Sometimes it gets over the moon when he decides to take you to (country) because you’ve been dying to visit the place. He giggled nonstop when he surprised you that he bought the tickets. 

Husband Hyunjin who would always bring his sketchbook and camera on dates just to take a picture of you or make his hand busy sketching a portrait of you just because he finds you beautiful every time. He will show them to you when he’s done. The pictures or sketches will be hung on your shared apartment's wall for safekeeping and memories. 

Husband Hyunjin who drives you crazy when he’s just doing normal things like simply unbuttoning his polo, rolling up his sleeves, taking off his jacket showing his bodybuild especially when he wears a tanktop inside, brushing his bangs upward, dancing? It would add fuel to the fire when he kisses you like a man starved from your touch. 

Husband Hyunjin who brings you food and medicine when you get sick. He will probably take his day off from work depending on how fast your recovery is that it would take days for him to sit there and take care of you. The type to make sure that you won’t die since he would end up grieving so hard. “It’s just a mild flu, Hyunjin.” “Are you sure?” 

Husband Hyunjin who is loud and dramatic whenever he realizes he got betrayed, lost a game, or is just being dumb (lovingly). He and Jisung are a perfect match and you’re the one who actually gets in between. 

Husband Hyunjin who gets shy whenever you compliment him but sometimes he would feel a blast of confidence that he gives you a wink as a response and becomes flirty.

Husband Hyunjin who loves to make a fool of himself, vocabulary just consists of memes (you can blame Han and Felix for that) cringes at his own cuteness and regrets it later just to make you laugh. 

Husband Hyunjin who lets you play with his long hair. He loves it when you do pigtails. You often tease him that he looks like Boo from Monsters Inc. 

Husband Hyunjin whom Kkami wants to disown. 

Husband Hyunjin who tries his hardest to comfort you as best as he can whenever he sees you being vulnerable in trying times. Promised not to leave you alone until you feel better, crack a dad joke he got from Chan to lift the atmosphere (which is effective by the way) and take you to his arms, whispering how he is proud of you. 

Husband Hyunjin who made a playlist filled with songs that make him think about you, scream your vibe, and the ones that would portray his exact feelings. Sometimes he would write down lyrics about how lovesick and hopeless romantic he is. All songs and melodies are heavily inspired by you. 

Husband Hyunjin who loves to send you selfies, videos of him taken by the members that serve husband material, and voice messages whenever he’s abroad because he misses you so much that he cries himself to sleep and can’t wait to go home. It’s also necessary to send you short vlogs and pictures of sceneries of the places he went without you because of work and leave messages like, “This reminds me of you.” “It’s beautiful, isn’t it? Let’s visit this place together soon!” “I’m sure you’d like these souvenirs I got you!” “The food out here is great! Treat me here soon!” 

Husband Hyunjin whose love languages are words of affirmation, physical touch, gift-giving, quality time, and acts of service. 

Husband Hyunjin who loves to spoil you even if you tell him not to spend a lot of money on you but he won’t listen and insists on accepting them. 

Husband Hyunjin who doesn’t admit his mistakes during the first few minutes of the argument but later apologizes over and over again and promises never to do it again. He’s also the type that is hard to make up with but he can’t keep it up for hours and just cuddles you whispering “I’m sorry, I’ll do better.” 

Husband Hyunjin who gets jealous easily and is possessive whenever he sees you having a good time with his members. “I’m yours, Hyunjin. Don’t worry.” You’d say but you know that is not enough for him so he’d show you to whom you belong (affectionately, or depending on how you both want it).

Husband Hyunjin who refused to get a divorce when you felt that your marriage was falling apart because he couldn’t imagine his life without you. He won’t let go of you easily and you didn’t even make any attempts to leave him. 

Husband Hyunjin who is careful whenever in talks of having kids because your decision matters in this relationship but he would reassure you that if you ever wanted to have one, he will be the best dad your kid could ask for. 

Husband Hyunjin who is the most precious, kind, and pure to your heart that you wouldn’t even want to live a life without him. He is the moon and stars to your night, the sunshine after the rain, the rose amongst the thorns, and the pretty shells you find on a beach where no one knows. 

Husband Hyunjin who holds your hand and intertwines your fingers as he kisses your knuckles saying, “I love you.” 

Husband Hyunjin whose wedding vows are not enough to show how much he would love to spend his entire life with you. “I fucking love you so fucking much and we’re married, you can’t leave. You’re stuck with me whether you like it or not!” 

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