Channie, You Whisper, And The Wheedling Tone Has Already Seeped Into Your Voice. Are You Asleep?

“channie,” you whisper, and the wheedling tone has already seeped into your voice. “are you asleep?”

your boyfriend rolls over to squint at you with bleary eyes. “yes,” he deadpans, shutting his eyes — you whine indignantly, lightly pushing at his arm.

“you’re not!” you shift closer, cheek on the pillow right beside him, wide eyes flitting over his angular features. “don’t be mean.”

reluctantly, he opens his eyes, the ghost of a smile lifting his lips when he registers your eager gaze. “okay, baby,” chan concedes, mirroring your position. one of his hands come up to cup the side of your cheek. “what is it, hm?”

you lean into his warmth like it’s second nature; pressing your cheek against his palm, you glance downward sheepishly. “i’m hungry.”

there’s a long pause. “okay,” he says finally, eyebrows drawing together. “then go eat something?”

frustrated, you groan. “but i want you to come with me!”

“to the kitchen?”

“yes!” you grab his hand before he can pull it away, squeezing tightly and widening your eyes at him pleadingly. “please, baby?”

chan remains silent for a moment. “you’re not going to get me this time,” he warns in advance. “i’m not giving in.”

your lips part in indignation. “but i want you to come!”

“you’re such a brat,” he grumbles, and when you attempt to give him puppy eyes, he closes his own, a triumphant smirk curving his lips. “can’t get me if i can’t see you!”

a huff of annoyance leaves your lips. “so you hate me, is that what you’re saying?”

“i feel like you’re being a little dramatic.”

you ignore him. “my boyfriend doesn’t love me anymore!”

chan tries — he really tries to stick to his guns. to dig his heels in and say no, actually he’s going to stay in bed. but when you look like that, and you look at him like that, and you kiss him like that, he feels like ending up in the kitchen at 3 in the morning to watch you make yourself some ramen was kind of inevitable.

an / guys i’ve forgotten how to write i can’t do it anymore . is there a way to resign

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minghao loves you, and it comes as easily as breathing most days.

however, when he wakes up at 4:43 in the morning because you’ve stolen the duvet in your sleep, he has to remind himself of that a little bit.

everyone has flaws, and yours is duvet-hogging. leaving him practically shivering on the other side of the bed — yes, he’s being dramatic, but he’s cold, and it’s some sort of ungodly hour, and so he sighs, and tries his best to pry the ends of the duvet from you.

you barely even stir when he tugs you closer, brushing a hand over your face and kissing your forehead; it’s practically an unconscious movement, it’s so automatic for him. one arm loops around your waist, the other manoeuvres him back under the duvet, and he sighs with relief at the warmth that settles over him.

that’s when you decide to wake up, your eyes barely even opening. “hao?” you whisper sleepily, syllables running into each other. “did i steal the blanket again?”

minghao rubs a soothing hand over your back. “no,” he lies, just a little one to coax you back to sleep. he’ll complain to you in the morning, over coffee and breakfast and a little bit of nagging.

“okay,” you say hoarsely, and curl even closer to him. “i’m going back to sleep now.”

he smiles, just barely, at your sudden announcement, and brushes his lips over your forehead again. “okay,” he agrees, but you’re already gone — looking so peaceful that even when he wakes later in the morning to discover you’ve stolen the duvet a second time, he can’t be mad; because despite your blanket-hogging tendencies, loving you still comes as easy as breathing.

an / I HATE WRITINGGG (lie)

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“you’re staring at me,” vernon says, without looking away from the tv screen. “again.”

quickly, you avert your eyes back to the movie. “was not.”

“you were.” you don’t dare look again, but you can hear the smile in his voice. “don’t get shy on me now,” he adds, reaching over to prod your arm with a smirk. “you can stare at me all you want, baby.”

you pretend to shudder, still refusing to look at him. “cringe.”

“you’re cringe,” he retorts childishly, but shifts closer as he does it. turns over your palm in his hand, traces the lines with a gentle finger, and asks you, in a softer tone. “what is it?”

you play dumb. “what’s what?”

vernon sighs, casts you a look that you don’t return. “what’s bothering you?”

part of you wants to shrivel up and die — the mortifying ordeal of being known is, in fact, mortifying. but another part of you, a stronger part of you, thinks it’s sweet, actually. that he knows you so well.

it’s not surprising, though. you and vernon are… some sort of undefined, ambiguous thing, some vague space between friends and dating, something hazy — and something special, on top of all that.

you’ve been on kind-of dates. out to dinner, to the park, to watch the sunrise, to meet his sister once, even. you haven’t kissed, but you’ve held hands; you haven’t said i like you, but he calls you baby, sometimes. and sometimes you even say it back.

you feel it. hanging in the air between you — again, some shapeless, undefined, abstract concept, which was fine at first, but now it’s getting to you.

“i don’t want to be that person,” you say, in a small voice, gaze fixed to your joined hands. “but… what are we?”

vernon keeps playing with your fingers, silent for a moment. his voice is quiet, mirroring yours, when he answers. “whatever you’d like us to be,” he says finally, and it’s his turn to avoid your gaze, staring determinedly down at your fingers as though they hold the secrets of the universe.

“i think,” you say slowly; and he looks up when you don’t finish, only to see you smiling — one of those gorgeous, heart-rending smiles that makes him ache a little. “i think,” you begin again, “that i’d like to kiss you now.”

an equally breathtaking smile breaks onto vernon’s face. “i think i’d like that very much.”

an / my obsession w writing vernon & f2l needs to be studied.

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i love junhui’s nose so much it’s so pretty i’m just sjhicjsixidkd and i want to leave a peck on his it or……… sit on his face and…….. yeah…………. 🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️ i think about it every time i see jun and believe me him being in my bias line means i look at him EVERY day so many times

NO BC UR SOOO RIGHT. jun lives for nose kisses, it’s just like your thing, yk?? like whenever you see each other you press little pecks to each others’ noses while jun holds your cheeks or waist, very cute giggly fluffy

also i feel like we’ve all agreed jun loves fingering,,, like just loves the image of you getting all desperate and dumb on his fingers while he guides you through it, pressing soft kisses to your clit as his fingers continuously thrust into you.

so imagine during a make out session, jun’s eating you out, chin covered in your slick and it’s so so messy, his fingers also going in and out of you, little “like that, baby?” he purrs, voice sending vibrations up your back, making you arch and cry out his name. pulls you onto his face, nose bumping at your clit as he does what he does best. jun chuckles in your clit, mocking you, almost— “so wet, darling, for me?” he laps at your swollen folds, working you up to the heaven junhui given orgasms are, helping you as your arousal washes over you.

i’m not much of a dedicated lany listener. but i rly love home is where the hurt is and love at first fight. both versions. love at first fight (hopeless) kinda made me think of seungkwan too idk y. words? no. assigning things sounds and songs and things like that? yes.

[17:terview] EP. VERNON : 'Black Eye'.

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