Haze

haze

pairing: taehyun x reader

genre: fluff, established relationship

summary: absolutely no plot just pure taehyun brainrot (i genuinely can't get this boy out of my mind)

warnings: none i think??

word count: 342

a/n: hi. i drank. (and this is the result of that). i kinda wish this was longer but at the same time it feels good enough leaving it just as it is???????😵 either way i hope you'll guys enjoy<33 i'll be a bit more active tomorrow i promise today was just stressful and alcohol makes me sleepy😖😖

3 am.

coffee liquor and hushed whispers.

lovingly stares evolving into tiny pecks.

and pecks, turning into heated kisses.

it seemed like the adoration you felt towards taehyun grew at least 10 times stronger whenever you drank, it was like gasoline being added to a fire.

and taehyun?

oh- taehyun enjoyed it all.

your never-ending blabber and love dedications towards him, it was so endearing to hear you pronounce your love out loud. the way you melted underneath his gaze, unable to meet his eyes and stumbling on your words. he had never felt quite so loved until he met you. he loved you more than the word love itself, and he made sure that you knew that well.

now, as you were lying down on top of his chest, heartbeat wildly drumming against his own, loud enough to be heard by him despite the sound of indie rock music softly coming from his speakers- taehyun couldn’t wish for anything more than kiss you. his hand came to rest upon your jawline, leaving a chaste kiss there. you looked down at his chest, playing with his silver necklace as you silently chewed on your bottom lip. the courage to speak up and ask for more just like when you declared your affection towards him was gone, despite the alcohol not having fully left your system yet.

frustrated, you downed the remaining contents of the glass on your nightstand, the liquor still burning your throat as you grabbed his face to connect your lips with his. taehyun’s own cheeks started to burn, the taste of the liquor lingering on your lips too sweet for him to pull away from the kiss. you were sitting on top of him, and yet he felt the need to touch you more, to feel you closer, it wasn’t enough that his arms was circled around your waist, or that your hands were tangled in his hair, he was yearning to feel your skin on his, not leaving a single spot to grow cold.

taglist: @huekalover3000

⁎⁺˳♡ made for me kim seungmin x fem!reader

summary: "you're the love of my life" kinda sex with pleasure!dom seungmin

word count: 2.1k words

author's note: this ask has taken over my brain and I've had a slow day at work so here we are – have a full fic of utterly whipped, soft!dom Seungmin. this got SUPER sappy, but I hope not too much so

warnings: porn without plot but lots of feelings; dirty talk of the loving kind; unprotected p in v sex (don't do it & pee after sex!); fingering

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Your softness is all Seungmin can feel, think about, sense. The real world is slipping from focus, and he’s surrounded by you, you, you.

You’re all around him; underneath his fingertips where they’re unsteadily brushing against your skin, caged underneath his body where he has you pressed against the sofa, in between his lips where you slip your tongue into his mouth until he’s dizzy.

The warmth of you seeps through his shirt where his body is resting on yours, your soft legs on either side of him, pulling him closer and closer.

He’s hard. Has been since you sighed into his lips, pulling him closer by the back of his neck like he couldn’t be close enough.

He knows you can feel where it’s pressed against your thigh, a matching heat radiating from between your legs, and he feels like he can taste your arousal in the air. The tangy sweet taste of it makes his hip grind into your leg once to alleviate a bit of the pressure, before he slips his hand under your shirt, splaying it over the soft slope of your waist. Your body arches into him as if instinctively, and it thrills him, how responsive you are. It makes you feel so much more real. He struggles with it sometimes, realising you’re really his.

“Seung,” you breathe out, and his heart skips a beat when your voice breaks ever so slightly at the end. He wants to give you anything you ask when you say his name like that.

Your hands wind into his hair and your lips become more insistent, and it sets his whole body on fire with want for you. He pulls away from you and his entire body protests, but he presses another kiss to the corner of your mouth before he pulls you up. You let him manoeuvre you into his lap without so much as a questioning look, and it makes him smile.

He settles you with your back is against his chest and gently brushes your hair from your neck, before burying his nose in your soft skin and inhaling.

“You smell so good,” he whispers into your skin and winds his arms around your waist. A shiver runs down your spine when he brushes his palms down your waist, up and down your thighs, across your belly, just feeling your body under his hands. He lets his hand trail down the inside of your thighs before cupping your clothed core. You sigh out deliciously.

“Can I undress you, baby?” he whispers. You nod your head frantically.

He takes his time with it, pressing soft kisses to the side of your neck as he drags his hands to your waistband languidly, popping the button of your jeans and pulling down the zipper. He pushes your pants down and lets you wiggle out of them. Oh, he can definitely smell you now. He indulgently caresses your thighs, feeling the soft, warm skin before gently tugging your shirt over your head, undoing your bra while you’re leaning forward, before pulling you back into his chest and looking down at you.

There’s a deep blush on your cheeks, and he knows it’s because he’s fully dressed, and you’re naked in his lap except for your panties; but you don’t complain or hide, and it’s this trust makes desire pool deep in his abdomen.

“So, so beautiful,” he hums into your skin, pressing a soft kiss to your jaw.

He lets his hands run over your breasts, cupping them gently and rolling your hardened nipples between his thumb or pointer finger. Your head falls onto his shoulder and your legs snap shut with a shiver, rubbing against each other to find some relief.

But he can’t have that. His hands fall from your breasts and come to your thighs, hooking them over his own, so he can spread you open for him, just how he wants. The whimper you let out goes straight to his dick. He moves one hand to palm your breast, the other caresses down the inside of your thigh until he’s cupping your heat again. Your hips stutter into his, and you breathe out a moan. He can feel the wet patch on his palm, and he licks his lips, his other hand pinching your nipple. You keen out.

“Let’s take these off,” he mutters and taps your leg, motioning for you to untangle yourself from him enough to pull your panties down and off, before he spread you out for him again.

You’re entirely naked for him, goosebumps littering your soft skin, your core exposed. He feels himself leak into his boxers.

His fingers find your cunt, and he lets out a shaky breath when he finds you thoroughly soaked for him. His fingertips slide through the slickness, circling your clit, travelling down, dipping just slightly into your entrance. He watches as your hips twitch, listens to the broken whine leaving your lips.

He nibbles at your neck as he slowly sinks one finger into you, and you moan, hand winding into the hair on the side of his head. You’re dripping wet for him, and he spreads you out further with his legs, sinking a second finger into your heat to the hilt before pulling them both out, rubbing your clit lightly.

“You feel like heaven,” he whispers into your neck as he sinks into you again. Your back arches and he pulls you closer against his chest, his free hand now going to the other breast. His fingers start pumping into you languidly, the sound of your wetness accompanying every single one of his movements.

“Can you hear how wet you are?” he asks breathlessly, and all you can do is nod, mewling feebly.

“Dripping, all for me,” he mutters, picking up his speed, and you keen out in his hold, thighs flexing but not closing. He smiles to himself. “How did I get so lucky?”

You turn your head to his, looking at him with the most desperate expression on your beautiful face before leaning forward and smashing your lips into his.

He moans into your mouth, rutting his fingers even deeper into you, angling them slightly until he can feel the spongy spot on his fingertips. You mewl into his lips, your nails scratching across his scalp.

He can feel you flutter around his fingers, your walls clenching down hard, and he knows you’re getting close. You’re rocking your hips into his fingers slightly, rubbing against his bulge with every movement, making it incredibly hard to focus.

“I know you’re close, angel,” he mumbles against your lips, an edge to his voice that he can’t conceal, “are you going to cum for me?”

You nod, and he stares at you lovingly, moving his hand from your breast to your throat, pressing down just how he knows you like, and he feels more wetness on his fingers, your cunt clenching rhythmically.

He presses his palm down, so it drags against your clit, and he watches your orgasm build, your hands clawing at his arm and his thighs, your eyes rolling into the back of your head, your thighs shaking, and then you’re falling apart, cumming all over his hand with a choked moan.

“There you go, my pretty girl,” he mumbles, pressing hot kisses to your neck as he rides out your orgasm, rutting his fingers deep into you, his composure faltering.

When you’ve gone limp in his grasp, he pulls his fingers out of you carefully, kisses your cheek and scoops you up in his arms. He carries you into the bedroom and places you down on the bed gently, pulling the pillow to sit perfectly under your head. You pull him into your lips immediately, kissing him deeply, and he smiles into your lips. You tug at his shirt until he sits up and throws it onto the floor before coming back to hover over you, your skin on his making him strain against the confines of his jeans. As if you knew, you trail your hand down his chest and rub him. He’s so sensitive at this point, his head falls into the crook of your neck with a groan.

“I need you, Seung,” you purr, “need to feel you inside of me.”

And he doesn’t need to be told twice, standing up from the bed to take off his jeans and boxers, shivering when his cock finally springs free. You’re watching him where you’re lying pretty on the pillows, your bottom lip caught between your teeth, your eyes roaming his body. He wants to eat you alive.

When he climbs over you now, his hands are harder, more demanding, yet still gentle as ever. He spreads you open for himself again, slowly, pushing your legs back against your sides, running a finger through the wetness and dipping it into you while he strokes himself. His eyes are glued to you; you’re still so wet, your clit all swollen, and if he wasn’t so desperate, he would lean down and make you cum all over his tongue. But he doesn’t have the self-control, not tonight, not when he’s so hard he thinks he might cry.

He lines himself up with your entrance slowly, eyes briefly flicking up to where you’re perched on the pillows, wordlessly asking for your permission. You nod at him, the love in your eyes mixing with desire, and he pushes the head of his cock into your heat.

He stills there, his breath audibly hitching in his throat, his head falling back as you flutter around him. But then he pushes in further and further, his cock pulsing with every inch that’s sheathed in your slick, hot heat and when he’s bottomed out, he groans, looking into your eyes and watching your eyelids flutter when he slowly pulls out and pushes himself in again.

“You take me so well, angel,” he murmurs out, repeating the slow motion. The sensation makes his toes curl. You whine and flutter around him.

“Like you were made for me.”

And he does it again, your cunt pulling tighter and wetter around him.

“You were made for me,” he repeats, continuing to fuck you so torturously slowly he can feel every ridge of your walls moulding around his cock. His mind clouding over with the pleasure that’s blooming in his abdomen.

“So perfect, and all for me.”

You whimper out underneath him, and he leans down to capture your lips in his before he starts rutting his hips into yours, hard. It’s not fast, but it’s deep, the way he bucks into you. You’re moaning wantonly underneath him, eyes rolling into the back of your head every time the tip of his cock kisses the perfect spot inside of you.

“All for you,” you whisper into his lips, and he loses it, hiking both your legs over his arms, folding you in half as he starts fucking into you desperately. You’ve taken over his senses and he can barely think straight with how you’re sucking him in, how you’re touching him like you still can’t get enough. You’re so fucking perfect.

“What did I do to deserve you,” Seungmin babbles out, hips snapping into you tirelessly, broken moans falling from his lips. He kisses you desperately, and he can feel himself barrelling towards a life-changing orgasm.

“Pretty baby, I need you to cum for me,” he whispers, eyes locking with yours. He thinks he can see his entire future in your eyes.

“Sweet baby, cum on my cock, fuck,” he’s so fucking close, “claim me, I’m fucking yours, oh fuck.”

Your nails dig into his back and your head cants back as you fall apart with a wail, your release forming a creamy ring around the bottom of his cock, and he tries to ride out your orgasm, but he doesn’t stand a chance, desperately fucking himself into you, letting you milk him as he spills into you with a broken whimper.

“I’m sorry, I’m not always good with words,” he whispers into your hair after he helped you clean up, and your bodies are tangled together under the sheets. You pull back to look at him in surprise, opening your mouth as if to say something, but he shakes his head, taking a deep breath.

“I mean it, I’m sorry I don’t tell you that I love you enough. I’m sorry I don’t hold your hand very often. I do love you, though. More than words can express.”

His eyes, that were glued to your intertwined hands during his monologue, finally lift, and he finds you smiling at him.

“I know, Seung,” you say gently, “I’ve never doubted it. Just because you love me in your own way doesn’t mean you don’t love me.”

He’s speechless for a second, tears pricking at his eyes as he looks at you, the smile on your face so peaceful, your eyes sparkling in the dim light. You looked like you meant it.

“How did you find me? Thank God you found me,” he mumbles hoarsely, before he pulls you closer and kisses you with everything he has.

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Hands to Myself

Chan admires the way you look.... just fluffy nonsense really

Smoothing the sides of red satin down your thighs, you sighed to yourself. This was the first time in months that you felt comfortable enough to wear something form-fitting. Chan had gifted you this dress specifically for your anniversary date tonight.

You remember him holding out the red box with a giant bow on it, smiling wide and proud. As he watched you open it, you could hear his giggles. As soon as you popped the lid and looked inside, you smirked, rolling your eyes.

"Chan... are you sure that this gift is for me?" your eyebrow rose as your eyes met his, a light blush dusting across his cheeks.

"It might be a little bit of a selfish purchase...." he bites his lip as he maintains eye contact. "But it is your favorite color."

You giggled to yourself again as you sat in front of the mirror finally getting ready for the night ahead of you. Chan had made a reservation at your favorite restaurant. A beautiful Italian restaurant with a balcony that overlooks the ocean.

You knew that reservation list had to be miles long, and that he had to have started planning this months ago. Picturing your boyfriend frantically calling the restaurant asking for a table made your cheeks bright pink in your reflection.

Finally allowing yourself to look at your figure fully in the mirror, your smile widened. You felt good. The dress melted across your features in a way that almost made you unrecognizable to yourself in the mirror. You turned, admiring the open back and sharp slit on the other side of your dress. You found your lips rising again as you thought about your boyfriend's reaction.

Will he actually like it? Have you hyped up the reaction in your head? You shake your head, not allowing those thoughts to move forward. Instead, you turned and grabbed your clutch that sat on your bed, pulling out a sleek black tube. You popped the lid, unveiling a ruby tint. You applied the plush color to your lips and smacked them at your reflection in the mirror.

Your thumbs lightly grazed the corners of your mouth, cleaning the extra color that fell right under your lips before smiling at yourself once again in the mirror.

"There," you whisper to yourself as you step back.

You turn back toward the door, grab your purse, and put the lipstick back inside. You're halted by a sharp whistle sound. You look up and your boyfriend smiling at you. He's leaned up against the doorframe, dressed in a black button-down rolled up to his elbows and a matching pair of slacks.

"Baby...." He starts, pushing himself off of the door and walking toward you.

You turn bashfully in a circle, spinning back to him with a bright smile across your face. His hands come up to rest against your waist, his lip pulled back by his teeth.

"Do I look okay, Chan?" You almost whisper, somehow feeling shy when met with his gaze.

He laughs, squeezing your sides a bit with his hands. Your eyes dart back up to meet his, seeing his furrowed brow you begin to panic. You let out a sharp breath, causing Chan to pull you in closer to him.

"Baby, you look absolutely stunning," he lets go of your hips, one of his free hands coming to meet yours, lifting it to spin you in a circle.

You giggle as you humor him and twirl once more. He pulls your torso flesh to him as you spin back over. He plants a kiss on your forehead, letting his lips stay there for a moment as he breathes in deeply. He pulls back only for a moment before letting his forehead rest against yours. You bring your arms up to wrap around his neck.

"I selfishly almost want to stay in tonight," he groans, fingers tapping against your hip bones. "It feels unfair that anyone else will see you in this dress."

"Chan...." your voice wavering as your cheeks grow warm again under his gaze.

He giggles as he maintains eye contact with you, rocking you slowly back and forth.

"Baby, I mean it. You look so beautiful."

"Thank you Channie."

He brings one of his hands up to your chin, tilting his head as he leans forward and presses his lips against yours. You gasp, moving slowly against him. As you pull away, you see a faint red line on his pink lips. You smile softly, and bring your hand up to brush it away. Chan monitors your movements, feeling his hands tighten on your waist. You finish cleaning his lips and meet him with another smile. He sighs, nudging toward the door.

"Let's go, baby," He says as he guides you forward. "If you keep looking at me like that, we may never leave."

You giggle and nod, walking toward the front door, hand tightly clasping his as you make your way outside.

pillow talk

pairing: taehyun x reader

genre: suggestive?? it's nothing explicit but i wouldn't call it fluff either cause it's just a makeout sbdsbshd

summary: more taehyun brainrot (i'm insane.)

warnings: none<3

word count: 0.6k

a/n: here it is, just as promised!!!!😼😼💖 sorry if it seems like i've been spamming lately- i'm gonna go back to uni in less than a week so i'm kinda trying to make the most out of my free time until then sadbahjb cause i don't know how active i'll be after that :( also this is completely off topic but i JUST found out the game burger shop 3 has been released.........it's downloading right as i'm typing this.....guess i might be busy over the next few hours

his hands were all over you- coming from cradling your hips to stroking down the skin of your thighs, gently gripping the muscle as he further immersed himself in the feeling of your lips on his. he couldn’t get enough of it- having you tangled up in his sheets every night, with no other priority on his mind besides losing yourself in your warm embrace.

parting slightly, you lingered with your lips hanging open, still touching against his, yet not returning to closing the space.

“wanna go slow?”

taehyun’s eyes were still closed as he heavily exhaled, answering you.

“don’t be a tease, sweetheart”

but he waited patiently, caressing the curves of your hips, hair already a ruffled mess. your fingertips traced the outline of his lips slowly, in an almost tantalizing manner.

switching to lean in closer, you pressed a peck so quick it could barely be called a kiss before you nibbled on his lower lip, provoking him further with your tongue as you lightly brushed it over his lips, yet not turning to do anything more.

“just kiss me” he groaned, at which you let out a small laugh.

taehyun felt his cheeks go red, it wasn’t usual for him to act with such transparent greed. his desire was beginning to feel insatiable- it was a struggle to contain it.

“you’re too impatient-” you began to mutter, but taehyun reconnected his lips with yours, kissing you right through your words.

that tenderness of yours- it was such sweet agony feeling you touch him so slow, teasing the fiery longing burning within him. who would have thought that a mere two centimeters could be so maddening?

now that he had convinced you to give in again, he cupped your face, holding you close. his lips moved against yours in a slower rhythm than before, taking his time to feel you, to pleasure you, careful so that you wouldn’t pull away again and leave him hot and heavy chasing after you. he turned further into a mess the more you bit his lips, the more your tongue glided past his, the more he felt the heat of your mouth.

out of breath, you pressed your forehead to his for a few moments before moving to graze his jawline with your lips. you dipped your head down to reach his neck, all while your left hand caressed the skin along his nape, switching between lightly scratching with your nails against his scalp, and tugging at his hair.

the more you nipped at his neck, the more he felt himself becoming slightly feverish; low hums and soft praises escaping whenever you took your time biting down a certain spot.

“fuck- do that again” the words escaped in a mellow tone.

“do you like it?” you asked teasingly, pausing your movements.

“don’t stop” he pleaded urgently. it’s not just that he wanted more- he needed more. he needed to feel you closer, to feel the heat from your lips completely coating his body, settling and nibbling on his bare skin.

“keep going, baby” he urged you on.

his chest heaved underneath you, and you could feel his heart thump in expectation. he couldn’t just stay still, his fingers were brushing over the expanse of your back, roaming around your shoulder blades then down your spine, and coming to settle on your waist underneath your shirt. in a mixture of desire and anticipation, he threw his hair back, releasing a soft sigh- no matter how much your lips brushed over his, no matter how many times you explored his body, he could never cease craving more of your touch.

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moments with stray kids…

…that feel like ur part of skz!! writing these were very fun :) also wrote for Changbin twice but didn’t wanna take one out so I left both :}

warnings; kitchen injury in Jeongin’s! (A cut) food in Han’s, Changbin’s second one, Minho’s, and Felix’s. 1.3k words !

ot8! x gn!member! reader (no pronouns mentioned –I believe) This can be read as platonic, or however you want to read it!

“What’s happening?” You asked quickly, looking at the other three for help as Changbin hovered above you, legs on either side of your body. “This is not good for my health!” You shouted, arms trembling as you continued your last set.

“Come on, Y/n!” Changbin cheered, smiling widely above you, hands hovering under the bar just in case. “One more for me.”

Jeongin stifles a laugh, nudging Hans' shoulder. “It feels like I’m third wheeling.” Han makes a noise of agreement, laughing loudly when he hears your shout.

“I think I’m gonna pass out.” You mumbled, holding your hands against your face. Chan says something incoherent, probably something about not passing out. When you move to sit up, you realize Changbin is still standing above, waiting with a teasing grin on his face.

“Maybe you should do another set.” He says, laughing when your eyes widen. The back of your hand makes contact with his shoulder, a resonating slap being heard, making Changbin back away with a loud laugh.

There’s an evident pout on your face as you move to the corner of the room, curling yourself into a ball and tucking yourself in the space between the wall and one of the exercise machines.

“Life is so unfair.” You mumbled quietly, side-eyeing the camera that made its way next to you. “Stay, the things I go through. Save me, please.”

“Do you want me to do it?” You asked quietly, kneeling next to Han. He cringes as he cleans the shrimp, pure disgust on his face as he looks at you with pleading eyes. “It’s okay,” you laugh, “Let me do it.”

He watches you with a dejected smile, hands limp at his side, that shake when he laughs. “Thank you.”

–

“Hey, Hannie.” He turns to you, cheeks puffed full of food, moving from side to side as he chews. You show him a peeled shrimp, gesturing for him to eat it. “Chew first.” You laughed, smiling when he nodded as he chewed as if it’d make the food go down faster.

When you look away at Seungmin for just a moment, there’s a vocal ‘chomp’ from beside you, and just as you turn to the culprit, Han sits with a bright smile and puffed cheeks.

“I’m hungry.”

A collective laughter rings out near Changbin, Hyunjins hand clasped over his shoulder as he laughs into his hand. “There are more important things.”

“Nothing is more important than food,” Changbin grumbles, looking at the camera before smiling, holding up a heart. “Except for stays.”

You watch with an amused smile from the table, throwing up a peace sign when the camera pans onto you. “Shall we be heroic, stay?” You asked the camera, reaching into the bag beside you, pulling out a small snack to hopefully satisfy Changbin. “Hey, Changbin.” You called, gesturing for him to come when he turned to you.

His face lights up when you present the snack to him, laughing loudly when he slaps Lino’s hand, who tries to take it. “Thank you!”

Seungmin passes by with an amused smile, “Who’s the older one here?”

“Don’t listen to that,” you muttered, blindly slapping around to knock the phone out of Bangchan’s hand. “It’s embarrassing.”

Chan only sighs dreamily, turning up the volume on his phone. “A love song,” he sighs again, “I wonder who it’s about.”

You groan loudly at his instigation, picking your head off the sofa arm. “It’s not about anyone!” You argued, pouting as you lay down again.

Chan smiles at you, patting your leg roughly. “It’s about me, isn’t it?” He teases, shaking your leg now. “You wrote it about me?”

“Oh yes, 'cause you’re so charming.”

“Are you trying to tell me something?”

Seungmin nudges you lightly to get your attention, head turning from your bustling members to the quiet side of the table.

“Can you pass me a water bottle?” He asked, leaning close to your ear so you’d hear him. You nodded, reaching behind hyunjin to grab one, mumbling a quiet sorry when you accidentally bumped him.

Seungmin reaches for the bottle, but before it’s in his grasp, he watches you twist the cap open absentmindedly, humming when you hand it to him.

Leaning on the counter, you watched the water slowly trickle down the filter into the cup, maple-colored tea filling the cup. Your head turns towards Hyunjin outside. His body hunched forward as he drew unbothered by himself.

When the tea finishes brewing, you grab another cup, letting that fill while you bring the freshly made one outside.

Hyunjin acknowledges your presence with a hum, looking up at you when you silently place the mug in front of him. Your hand finds purchase on his head, fingers tousling his hair. “Make sure to take a break.” You whispered, straightening your back as an example.

Hyunjin only nods as you turn to leave, looking back at the mug with a fond smile when you've gone inside.

“Y/n.” You hum when you hear Jeongin’s call, turning in the direction of his voice when you don't receive a response. “Where’s the first aid kit?”

Immediately getting up from his question, you turned the corner to see him standing above the kitchen sink, finger trembling slightly as blood dripped into the sink.

You reach inside one of the overhead cabinets, tossing it on the counter beside the sink as you take his hand gently. “What happened?”

“I was cutting vegetables.” He answers calmly, hoping to make you less stressed about his finger. He flinched when you ran it under the water, shaking his head when you asked if it hurt.

After disinfecting the cut, you carefully wrapped a bandage around his finger, “There you go.” You said quietly, presenting his finger adorning a bright pink hello kitty bandaid.

Jeongin smiles at the bandaid, holding it up to your face. “Kiss it better.”

“Don’t push your luck.”

“Can you pass me that?” You asked, blinking at Minho when he blinked at you. “The salt min.”

He lets out a quiet ‘oh’ before picking it up and handing it to you, popping the cap open when he sees your marinade-covered hands.

“Thank you.” He nods, setting his phone on the chair next to him to watch you. His eyes track your movements as you prepare the food, getting up when your sleeve starts to roll down.

“Do you need help?” He asks once he’s rolled them back up, staring at the organized mess in front of him. “I can make the rice if you want?”

“Only if you want to.” You tell him, “I wanted to give you a break from cooking.” He hums, grabbing a pot regardless.

It’s quiet as you both cook, small talk being made here and there but never a full-on conversation. Minho grins when you hold a piece of meat for him, gratefully taking it with a hum.

“Do you have everything?” Felix nods, holding up his bag, pointing to his luggage, then patting his pockets. “Alright, let’s go.” There’s a smile on your face as you talk, but the pit in your stomach deepens when you get into the car.

Felix is antsy in the car, tapping his fingers on his leg. “I’m so nervous.” He tells you, the giddiness evident in his voice. “I’m so excited.”

A small laugh came from you at his words, looking at him from the corner of your eye when he clapped his hands. “We’re almost there. Are you sure you’re going to be okay by yourself?”

“Of course!” He argues, smile dropping when you turn into the airport. “Are you going to be okay without me?” His question was meant as a joke, but when he noticed your quiet demeanor, he lowered his head.

“You have fun, Felix.” You tell him, smiling when he looks at you. “Don’t worry about me missing your annoying demands at three am.” 

Felix laughs, hugging you from across the console, pointing out how uncomfortable it was with a chuckle. “You love making me kimbap at three am.” 

You hum quietly, rubbing his back before you let him go. “Have a good trip, Lix.”

[12:20am] Chan slowly cracks open your bedroom door, trying his best to be as quiet as he can. His tired eyes immediately spot you lying in the middle of your shared bed, hair spread over the pillow as your hunched up form nestles underneath the heavy duvet, trying to block out the winter drafts. He smiles to himself, the day’s troubles washing away at the sight of his favourite girl. The boy gently tip-toes his way to the bed, pulling off his shirt before sliding into the covers next to you, his limbs suddenly aching with fatigue. He wriggles close to you, his arms automatically snaking around your waist, face burying into your back. Your eyes open at the sudden contact and heat, your lips forming into a huge smile. You place your hands over Chan’s as he wraps his legs around yours, holding you close to him as if he couldn’t bare to ever let you go.