>> Completely

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“How’d you get this one?” Jaehyun asks, taking your hand in his. 

He pulls your arm to identify a scar running across the valleys of your knuckles. It takes a few seconds to register what he’s talking about; the tiny mark already long forgotten to you. He traces over it with his thumb, rousing your eyes to open.

“I think that’s from my childhood dog,” you reply, unsure. Face pressed into the familiar softness of his sheets, you wrack your brain for more context. 

“She wasn’t a fan of baths,” you tack on lamely.

“Clearly,” he teases, adjusting himself against the headboard. 

His gaze flicks over to you and a small smile pulls at his lips. You can already tell he’s picturing the exact scene: your 10-year-old self standing off against a dog covered in soap bubbles. The little laugh that follows gives him away easily; it’s so cute that you almost laugh too.

“Oh. Did you know you have a mole here?” he suddenly inquires, flipping your hand over.

You blink. Lifting your head, you lean over to follow his gaze. And through the dim light of his room, he points out a spot near the base of your pinky. There’s a pause as you study the newfound marking on you.

“See?” he turns to watch your reaction, leaning in close enough to where his lips brush against your hairline, softened by the mango-flavored lip balm he keeps stealing from you. 

You huff in disbelief. “Huh. I didn’t know that.”

“I figured,” he coolly presses a kiss to the side of your head and something in your chest fills with warmth. He’s always been more perceptive than he lets on.  

A short, airy chuckle vibrates through him as you fall back to settle against his shoulder. When your eyes close and he laces his fingers with yours, he rests his cheek atop your head. 

“I feel like you know me better than I know myself now,” you joke, stifling back a yawn. But a part of you truly means it. Noticing things about you has always come easy to him.

“Good,” he says. You can practically hear the grin in his voice.

“Good?” you parrot. “Why? Are you trying to steal my identity?”

“No,” he begins, trailing off. “It’s just…”

You look back up at him and the beginnings of a bashful smile start to appear on his sweet, dimpled face. He looks to where your hands are intertwined, steady atop his heart. 

“I want to love every part of you.”

You’re out at dinner with friends, seated around a large round table. Hongjoong sits next to you, listening intently as you are engrossed in conversation and talking animatedly. From the corner of your eye, you can see your boyfriend shifting restlessly in his chair.

“Baby,” He whispers, making you turn your head. Wordlessly, Hongjoong leans closer to you to offer a bite of his food from his chopsticks.

You glance down for a second before taking it in your mouth and chewing, his hand cupped just below your chin. Hongjoong grabbed the nearest napkin on the table to wipe at the corners of your mouth.

“Is it yummy?” He gives you a loving look, wiping your chin as you nod.The food wasn’t even messy, he just wanted a reason to touch you. For a moment, all he sees in the room is you as you chew thoughtfully and swallow.

“Thank you,” You patted his knee, gave him a grateful smile and turned back to the conversation you were a part of. Your boyfriend shot a disgruntled look at the back of your head.

It grew a little too quiet to your right.

“Baby.” Hongjoong’s voice was only slightly louder this time, tone a little firmer than before. You felt the tips of your ears and cheeks begin to burn as you turned back to him.

“Yeah?” You leaned back in, blinking at him. You were met with your boyfriend’s gaze, feeling a little vulnerable the longer he stared.

“Why are you sitting so far away?” He deadpanned.

“I am?”

In one swift movement, Hongjoong grabbed the seat of your chair and pulled you just a few inches closer to him. It wasn’t even like you were that far, but you let it happen. You couldn’t help the small smile on your face as your boyfriend draped his arm over the back of your chair and leaned back in his seat. Someone was feeling territorial tonight.

+ 1! - jeon wonwoo

genre: fluff | wc: 450 | warning(s): reader wears a dress | bf!wonwoo x reader a/n: wonwoo and i had a good time if anyone was wondering. also, this is not showing up in tags :( i don't know why... but i also do not care. i give up :D

the soft hum of wedding preparations filled the room as you stood in front of the mirror, hands fumbling with the zipper on your dress. you sighed, biting your lip in frustration, tugging at it in vain.

"need a hand?" wonwoo chimed.

you turned, catching the sight of him leaning against the doorframe, dressed in a sharp gray suit. though his expression calm, there was a slight curl to his lips, his eyes warm as they took you in.

"please," you mutter, struggle melting into relief.

he moved closer, his presence caving you in as his fingers brushed lightly against your back. he gripped the zipper, slowly easing it up.

"there," he said softly, his breath warm against the back of your neck. his finger lingered along your waist sending a warm shiver through you.

he'd usually adjust his glasses—a habit you've grown to know—when he needed something to keep his hands busy. “you look beautiful,” he murmured, his voice low, like a secret only for you.

you felt heat rise to your cheeks as you looked down. "it's my sister's day," you reminded him softly, though you couldn’t hide the smile that tugged at your lips.

"i know," wonwoo said, his voice serious but his eyes twinkling with affection. "but i can still admire you, can’t i?"

as you straightened the dress, turning to the mirror again, wonwoo stood beside you, watching your reflection. his thoughts, however, were miles away. seeing you here, preparing for a wedding, he couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like if it were you and him.

he'd always been cautious, measured with his emotions. but now, standing next to you, dressed in a gown that made you glow in a way that stole his breath, the idea of forever with you felt so... right. he could picture it—the way you’d look on your own wedding day, walking toward him with that shy, beautiful smile that made his heart flip every time.

"one day," he whispered, his voice so soft you almost didn’t catch it. his eyes held something deeper, something unspoken yet undeniable.

you blinked up at him, your brow furrowing just a little as if to ask what he meant, but before you could say anything, wonwoo leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

“you ready to go?” he asked, his voice more composed now, though his mind still lost in thought.

you nodded, turning toward the door, but not before sneaking one last glance at him.

wonwoo's heart swelled with a certainty he hadn’t felt before. the wedding would come and go, but the thought of his own future with you? that was going to stay.

Husband ❤️

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