Aashiqui; Our Love

Aashiqui; our love

“Seungcheol one shot”

Pairing: Choi Seungcheol x female reader

Genre: fluff [desi setting]

Warnings: no warnings

Word count: 1.5 K

A/N: This is what happens if I get high on Seungcheol after midnight. This is my first time writing a desi au or one-shot. I can’t believe I finally did this, hope you’ll like it <3

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I was checking the arrangements for the weddings. After talking with my cousins, I spotted Seungcheol, I wanted to go and talk to him. I didn’t get a chance to talk to him the whole day because of the arrangements, and now I was busy with family members. I wished at times, that I didn’t care about anyone and make it so obvious that I’m his and I want to spend time with him even in this busy situation. I was enjoying the wedding but looking at him talking with his friends, I was craving for his hugs and warmth, I was so excited to show my lehenga to him but I didn’t even get a chance to show him properly.

My cousin called me suddenly and I had to leave the place, even before Seungcheol could turn to look at me.

“Nishi, these are my close friends, and they wanted to meet you” I gave them a smile. After introducing themselves and talking a bit, I excused myself when my phone started ringing. My face lit up with a smile the moment I saw the caller id. I was about to pick up and then I spotted him.

If I could then I would've run into his arms because I missed him a lot. I was so busy because of this wedding, even thought being eachother’s neighbors I couldn’t even meet him even once the past two weeks.

We barely talked because of how busy I was.

I was walking towards him and saw him standing alone. Everything felt like it slowed down around me, I felt like I couldn’t even hear anything and only saw his dimples when he smiled. I couldn’t process anything when I saw him, wearing the  kurta, he looked so beautiful.

Soon I was standing infront of him, the urge to hug him tight was way too high, I was barely controlling myself from holding his hand in public. He suddenly leaned towards me, “come with me for a minute” his lips almost touching my ears, I was barely holding myself back from doing anything. He pulled himself back and gave me his beautiful smile.

We were walking together, wherever he was taking me. While walking I realized I was almost done for this night until all the rituals started, and I had to be present till then I could sneak out for some time and spend some time with him. I could do this for the very least.

How much I wanted to tell him that he looks so beautiful in this kurta and his dimples were making me fall in love over and over again with him.

I saw one of my cousin’s friend, Aditya coming towards us, I got almost nervous for a second and then realized Seungcheol held my dupatta and pulled me closer to him slowly, I were taken aback with this side of him. I looked at him in surprise, “why would you do that?”

“I saw the way he was looking at you when you were with your cousin, introducing yourself.” The smile and the small tug on my dupatta was everything to tell me, how he was feeling. He’s insane at times and I love him for this.

“You were watching me?”

“No, taking care of you from a distance.”

Soon, we reached the rooftop if the balcony, no one was there and it somehow felt peaceful with him. the stars, the lights which were used to decorate the whole place. knowing no one would come right now, because I locked the door after coming here. And it was just us in the rooftop under the beautiful moon.

We were standing infront of eachother and I could see the longing feelings in his eyes, I wished he could see that in my eyes as well. I took a step closer to him and he suddenly pulled me by my waist, his hands touching my bare skin, a quick shiver ran down my body while I was looking at him. He smiled at me, I just wanted to admire him so much right now. I slowly put my hands on his shoulder and smiled back at him. He looked so mesmerizing today, “I missed you”, “I missed you too Cheol.”

“You look breathtaking today love” I was so flustered, whenever he calls me ‘love’, “what? You look really breathtaking in this beautiful lehenga” and before I could reply him anything, he leaned towards me and gave a quick kiss.

I was taken aback. “Ch-Cheol”

“Yes Love?”

“You’re insane” he laughed softly, “You have no idea how much I missed you. It was so difficult now to pull you closer everytime I saw you tonight, I was just holding myself back from calling you. But the moment I saw I could help you sneak out a bit, I didn’t hesitate anymore” I smiled at him.

“This golden kurta suits you a lot, and you look beautiful” I finally told him, which was inside me.

“You like this kurta?” I nodded unable to look at him, I was shy and flustered. He slowly lifted my chin and made me look at him, “you’re so adorable Nishi” and kissed my cheeks.

I was about to say something but then realized the change in song, and the moment I recognized the song I couldn’t speak anything anymore; ‘Aashiqui (Theme Song)’ started playing. And if I could describe the moment, it couldn’t be more perfect. I was staring at him and our bodies started reacting to this music already and we were dancing slowly. I had no idea how we started dancing to this song automatically, maybe because it’s our favorite song and it holds a lot of memories.

Somehow, his chin was resting on top of my head at first and then automatically my head was resting on his chest, I could hear this heartbeat. There was a lovely rhythm in that and the way I feeling was something I couldn’t describe.

Everything felt so perfect, it felt like we were telling eachother a lot of things without using any words, and this was enough for us to communicate. We don’t need to say everything, sometimes our actions and silence is enough for the other other to understand what do we want to say. And by this, I was telling him, ‘if only time could stop here and we never had to go back downstairs and stay apart from eachother.’

I wanted to hold his hand forever and roam around this whole place, doesn’t matter even if it’s anyone’s wedding.

People say, you fall in love deeper with a person, without even realizing and when you realize it’s too late but for me, I think realizing was the best thing that I can’t stay away from him and leave him. Rather I stay with him till the end no matter what. That’s how much I love him.

“Cheol…” I felt like telling him. He didn’t say anything, his silence telling me to continue, “sometimes I feel, how will I be telling my mom, how much I love you and want to be with you?” his hugs tighten and I start feeling like home, “why are you worrying so much, eventually they will get to know about us, its not like we will hide this forever, we need to tell them one day or other and the day we decide to tell them I would be standing there holding your hand to support you.” A small smile broke on my face, I lifted my face and looked at him, I was wearing heels but I was still short infront of him, I tiptoed and gave him a quick kiss.

“It’s not like we are forbidden from loving eachother, it’s just that they don’t know and they will know one day. There’s no reason to be ashamed of our love; our love is something that made me strong. And I know, they will accept us.” He placed a kiss on my forehead.

“can’t you be mine already? I miss you every second” I looked at him in surprise, this guy is known for his flirting. “Cheol-

“I love you so much Cheol”

“I love you too”

He kissed me again and this time, he pulled me closer by my waist. And the song, playing in the background was telling me to fall in love with him more. I could feel all the emotions in his kiss, I pushed him back slightly because I was out of breath. I looked at him, his hands were touching my lips, “you know, how much I want to ruin your pretty lipstick but I can’t do that because it won’t look good on you specially when everyone’s around you and looking at you.”

“You’re insane.” He laughed again and placed a kiss on my forehead.

“My pretty lady looking gorgeous in this lehenga, I hope boys stop making moves on you tonight or else I really need to disclose that you’re mine”

“Stop, you know I don’t bother with other guys” he pulled me into a hug again.

Can i request ayato in like an arranged marriage au

oooo okay okay this was the first thing that came to my mind and i actually freaking love it, i hope you like it too! &lt;3

kamisato ayato x fem!reader | 2.4k + words

warnings: arraganged marriage au, hurt/comfort (reader having nightmares) mutual pining, only pronoun used is 'my lady' (used once), maybe ooc ayato??? i'm still getting used to writing him djdjdkdk

by now you had grown accustomed to the loneliness of your marriage; periods of time where you wouldn’t see your husband for what felt like long days and somehow even longer nights surrounded by silken sheets that never seem to warm with only your body within them. but what right did you have to complain? neither of you had asked for this marriage and ayato did try, even with his plate already so full with all of his duties as the yashiro commissioner. 

even though they were few and far between, he had found moments in his ever busy schedule to take you out to tea or lunch and walk around the city. it did feel a bit stiff at first but in the two years you’ve been married it’s now grown more comfortable, something you look forward to and have found yourself longing for more of.

perhaps it was that longing getting the better of you that kept you from sleeping at night, that made you have little nightmares of a terrible future. or maybe it was the worry you held that ayato is working himself into the ground or how you couldn’t stop thinking about how you were truly falling in love with him. it’s ridiculous, you think. plenty of people are in love with their spouses but it felt even more ridiculous because you never thought you would be one of them, not in your arranged marriage that was more for politics rather than love. 

and yet here you were, standing in the kitchen of the yashiro commission with a robe wrapped tight around you, sipping on warm chamomile tea to try to calm your anxious heart after laying in bed for hours thinking about how if your love for him were to show it would only be a burden to him just to finally fall asleep and slip into a reality where he knew of your love but it did just as you feared. surely the last thing he needed was to worry about how to deal with your feelings that he didn’t return. 

“is everything okay y/n?” ayakas sudden voice in the quiet space startles you, the liquid in your cup nearly spilling over the edge when you jump in surprise. it’s so late, you didn’t expect her to still be up. “oh i’m sorry-”

“you’re fine, just surprised me was all,” you offer her a warm smile before putting your cup down and walking to the cupboard to grab another for ayaka, who looks just as tired as you feel. “couldn’t sleep?”

“i’m only now getting home actually,” she accepts the cup you offer her, golden liquid swirling with melting drops of honey. her lips tug up, happy but tired, as she takes in the calming aroma and how it might lull her to sleep right here and now. “what are you doing up so late? are you okay?” she asks again and you know you wont get anyway with not telling her. she could be quite persistent. 

“i’m fine,” you lie. you certainly did not feel fine with your way your heart still ached front the way your husband looked at you in your dream, with cold indifference, when you laid your heart bare for him. “it was just a silly nightmare.”

“i see.. did you happen to tell ayato?”

“oh!” your heart jumps at the mention of his name. “uhm.. no, i- i haven’t but it’s not a big deal anyways,” you try to brush it off. believing it really wasn’t a big deal compared to everything else ayato had to take care of but ayakas frowning lips say otherwise.  

it’s silent between you for a few moments, both of you drinking your tea and letting it warm your insides, seep into your tired muscles and hopefully bring you closer to getting some actual rest. it’s only when you’re getting ready to clean up before heading back to your room that ayaka speaks again.

“forgive me if it’s not my place to say,” she starts and the anticipation of what she's going to say lingers within your chest. ayaka was easily your best friend at the estate, you saw her more often than you did her brother and you adored being with her, but hardly did she comment on your relationship with him knowing how complicated it was. “no matter how big or small, i think ayato truly cares about how you’re doing and would want to know if something was wrong.”

“r-right,” you can barely get the words out with how your chest blossoms with heat and hope; hope that feels heavy, clouded in trepidation and yearning. only after not meeting her eye as you put the glasses away, taking a deep breath to calm your anxious heart, are you able to find your words again. “now let's both try to get some sleep, yeah? i’m sure you’ve had a tiring day.”

sleep was not in the cards for you tonight it seems. groaning from the slight pounding in your head while you wipe away the tears clinging to your cheeks, a gift from your shitty dreams, your eyes squint while looking towards the clock. the hands lit by the moonlight show it’s just after 3am. you can only hope ayaka is sleeping better than you and that ayato will come to bed soon, for both your sakes.

your sister in law's words linger in the back of your mind as you toss and turn in the sheets, trying to shake off the lingering bitter and heartbreaking memories from your dreams. would he really care to know that you’ve been having nightmares? and what would you even tell him if he asked about what they are? or worse, what if he already knew the reason.. there wasn’t much that got past the yashiro commissioner but perhaps his normal absence had made your overwhelming feelings for him go unnoticed, more important tasks and duties drawing his attention far away from you, which was just a whole other heartbreak of its own.

still.. despite your reservations, you slip from the sheets, too tired and upset to care about putting on your robe and instead take the blanket from the bed and wrap it around you. the soft fabric falls from your shoulders as you walk down the quiet hallway leading from your shared bedroom to the office of the commissioner on the other side of the house, the cold hardwood chilling your feet with every step.

you probably should have spent the time walking here to think about what you would say to him, what excuse you might use for being up this late and coming to see him but you're entire walk, until you’re standing at the closed door of his office, a faint light flickering through the bottom crack of the door, your thoughts were far from your reason as to why you were here, you only wanted to see him. but fuck this was a bad idea wasn’t it? if he’s up this late it’s because he’s busy.. you’re only bothering him.. and why would he care about a stupid nightmare? you were adult enough to get over it by yourself.. you had for so many nights already so why was tonight different?

ayatos mind was already far from the paperwork that sat on the desk when his attention was brought from the parchment to the shadow outside of his door. he waited patiently for a knock or the call of his name but when he looks at the clock in his office and sees the late hour, his first thought to who it could be is you. and truthfully.. he hopes it is.

he can imagine what would bring you to him this late at night and he can only hope it isn’t one of the worse options but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to see you. perhaps that why you were here too..

when the figure outside his door continues to not disturb his work, the shadow slowly beginning to fade, he takes matters into his own hands. his quick on his feet, regardless of how tired he is, opening the door and calling out to you when there is no mistaking you, the moonlight illuminating your soft skin and tired eyes when you turn to meet him with surprise.

“ah- i’m sorry. i wasn’t meaning to take you from your work. i’m just heading back to bed so i wont bother you any longer,” you immediately say, sheepish and so unlike your normal smiling self and he must admit, it stings in his chest.

“you never bother me y/n,” he admits with a softness in his tone that he hadn’t used in a while, not since the last time he took you to tea but that was weeks ago.. he needed to find more time with you. would you see then that you weren’t a bother and never would be? “what are you doing up? is everything alright?”

“oh, uhm..” there's a look of contemplation on your face but something about how you smile, a bit defeated but almost.. sanguine, makes his heart palpitate oddly in his chest. “it’s silly but.. i had a nightmare..”

with quiet steps he walks over to you, reaching out to pull the sheets you have wrapped around you like a shield back over your shoulders. it’s almost always a bit cold in the estate at night.

“have you been having them a lot recently?” he asks, guiding you with a hand on your lower back into his office. “is that why you haven’t been sleeping?”

he notes how adorably surprised you seem when you look up at him, your eyes big as saucers and flicking in the candle light. “you.. you know about that?”

“i do,” of course he knew. he saw how the sheets were strewn wildly around your body when he finally made it bed, like you had tossed and turned all night, he noted the dark circles under your eyes in the moments he got to see you in passing, he heard you whimper in your sleep as he got ready for bed and felt how your body only relaxed once he joined you. “your well being isn’t something that goes unnoticed by me y/n.”

“yours doesn’t get past me either you know,” you say in a rather serious tone.

he chuckles quietly, sometimes you were more like him than he thought but he adored to see this side of you. he hopes you’ll show him more often.. “oh?” he quirks a brow at you as he settles onto the mat resting in front of his desk, grabbing your hand to guide you down with him. “are you perhaps worried for me, my lady?”

even in the dim candlelight he can see the way your cheeks burst with color at the name he called you. “and if i am?”

“then that would make us the same now, wouldn’t it? so tell me, have you been having nightmares regularly?”

he wasn’t going to let you get away with not answering him and after a moment, and a small pout that he found endearing, you finally let him in. “.. not every night but it's felt like a lot more recently.”

“is something troubling you?”

“no,” you lie and he knows it. “nothing worth mentioning at least.”

he stares at you sitting next to him, violet eyes clear despite the late hour, almost as if they can see what is going on inside your heart but you don’t look at him in return for long, breaking your gaze in favor of staring at the floor, the fingers of your free hand running over the decrotated mat at your side.

“come here,” he says, tugging at the hand of yours that he was still holding, relishing in how small it felt in comparison to his. you’ve never been reluctant to obey him when he asked you for things but still, something about how easily you scoot closer to him makes his chest swell unbelievely. “i’m afraid i have some more work to get through but you are welcome to lay your head on me until i’m finished and then we can retire back to bed together.” he motions to his lap, moving so his thighs can make a comfortable pillow for you to lay on.

but your own movements have stopped, frozen in place as if he had said something completely out of this world and you didn’t know how to react. he can only chuckle lowly in response, running his thumb over your knuckles to try to reassure you it was okay. 

“come on y/n,” he smiles, comforting and welcoming but teasing all the same. “we’ve shared the same bed for a couple years now. there's no need to be shy about resting your head on my lap.”

your cheeks grow warmer at that but you don’t protest.

“okay..”

as you settle into his lap, your head a comforting weight utop his thighs, he grabs his paperwork but still ignores it in favor of telling you a story in a quiet voice, soothing and soft. “my mother would always let me lay in her lap when i had bad dreams as a child.” you stop moving, looking up at him with eyes that blink slow and tired. 

“she was really amazing, wasn’t she?” you ask sweetly, voice laced with sleep.

“yes, she was.” your eyes grow even more tired when his free hand begins to run through your hair, deft and calming. “she would tell me there was no reason to fear when she was there with me and somehow she had always succeeded in keeping the nightmares away…” he stops there, not all that surprised to see you fighting off sleep in order to listen to more of him but he doesn’t continue his story of her. 

after a few quiet moments, violet eyes never leaving your figure, he watches as you fall into deep sleep, nuzzling your face closer to his torso. he wonders if you know how often you cling to him at night when he finally makes it to bed and if you felt how lovingly he held you in return until the sun barely peaked from the waters of the ocean to greet him for another long day away from you, hiding feelings he hadn't decide to admit but after tonight, when you found your way to him in such a state, wanting him - maybe even needing him- he's starts to wonder if he's been a fool for not confessing sooner.

his gentle fingers caress your still warm cheek, brushing the few loose strands of hair behind your ear and soaking in how peaceful you look in his lap, he might not get any more work done at this rate.  “i am much colder than my mother was but perhaps.. i can do the same for you, my love.”

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[Seungcheol] : Aashiqui; our love

genre: fluff

[Jeonghan] : tujhme rab dikhta hai

genre: fluff

[Jeonghan] : Eid with him

genre: fluff

[Jeonghan] : Tum se hi

Genre: fluff

[Seungcheol] : Meri Chaand

Genre: fluff

seventeen as heartbreaking filipino phrases that ruin me (w/ english translations)

genre: angst

a/n: being bored in class does things to me (my first post's emo twin sibling bc we can't always have nice things and i would rather feel self-inflicted emotional pain than listen in calculus 💗 the impulsive thoughts won today...) i appreciate any form of feedback but i'd also love to hear your thoughts tyyy (///￣ ￣///)

choi seungcheol — "walang 'tayo.'" (there is no 'us.')

yoon jeonghan — "iba ang mahal ko." (i love someone else.)

joshua hong — "hindi tayo pwede." (we can't be together.)

wen junhui — "ubos na pagmamahal ko." (i ran out of love to give.)

kwon soonyoung — "hindi ba ako naging sapat?" (was i not enough?) 

jeon wonwoo — "ang huling hiling ko ay mapasaya ka niya." (my last wish is that they make you happy.)

lee jihoon — "'wag na." (don't.)

xu minghao — "baka sa susunod nating habangbuhay." (maybe in our next lifetime.)

kim mingyu — "meron pa ba?" (what’s left between us?)

lee seokmin — "mahirap ipaglaban ang hindi itinadhana." (it's hard to fight for what isn't meant to be.)

boo seungkwan — "iniwan mo ako." (you left me.)

vernon chwe — "pagod na ako." (i'm so tired.)

lee chan — "umasa ako para lang sa wala." (i got my hopes up for nothing.)

Invitation.

Synopsis: Jeonghan receives an invitation to your wedding with someone that isn't him.

Characters: Yoon Jeonghan × Reader × Choi Seungcheol (mentioned)

Genre: Angst.

Word count: 1k

Inspired by: 张远 - 嘉宾

This is an add on to this Seungcheol drabble.

Jeonghan couldn't believe his eyes.

"What's this?" He looked down at the envelope you were holding out to him.

You swallowed the lump that formed in your throat and curled up the corner of your lips briefly in what you had hoped was a convincing smile.

"It's an invitation to my wedding with Seungcheol," your voice grew an octave higher and you prayed that Jeonghan would believe you were actually happy.

Jeonghan snatched the envelope out of your hand and tossed it onto the table next to him.

"I know what that is!" He exclaimed, exasperation building up within him and tears of frustration staining his cheeks.

You stood still before him, gaze falling to the ground, not daring to look at him for even a second because you knew that once you did you wouldn't be able to keep up the act for any longer.

Jeonghan placed both hands on your shoulders and shook you slightly, silently begging for you to look at him but you refused to.

"Y/n," Jeonghan's voice was softer now but you heard the pain in it. "Please, explain to me what is going on."

You couldn't look at him. Not when the guilt from so brutally hurting him was eating you up alive.

"Please," he pleaded again. "I just don't understand."

You let out the breath that you'd been holding in and tried your hardest to will away the tears that were threatening to fall.

"I'm so sorry, Jeonghan."

"I don't want to hear that," his voice grew louder as his hands reached down to grab onto yours, the grip on you stronger than what you were used to and he squeezed once. "I want to know why!"

Deep down inside, Jeonghan knew why. He'd known for a while now about you and Seungcheol's arranged marriage for both of your families' business deal, the rumours had long been circulating within the industry.

But he chose to ignore it, being naive enough to trust that things would turn out differently.

The apartment fell silent, the only sounds that could be heard were your breathing and his soft sniffles. It stayed that way for what felt like an eternity before Jeonghan finally spoke again.

"Why didn't you fight for us?"

"You don't think I've tried?" A defeated sigh left your lips and you wanted to scream from the suffocating weight of hopelessness.

Jeonghan believed you and he knew this was it.

This was the end of what the both of you had.

"Do you love him?" The hesitation was evident in his quavering voice.

He was afraid to hear your answer because regardless of what it was, he would still end up losing you and he couldn't decide which was worse — you being in love with someone that wasn't him or knowing you were about to marry someone you didn't love and him not being able to do anything about it.

"Jeonghan..." You attempted to avoid answering him by trying to pull your hands out of his grasp.

"Look me in the eyes and tell me you love him and I'll let you go." Jeonghan tightened his fingers around yours. He was desperate and was holding onto the last bit of hope, he knew you were never good at lying. "Do you?"

You blinked back your tears once, then again before finally lifting your head to look at him properly for the first time that night and you noticed how broken he looked.

Jeonghan was an absolute mess. His eyes were bloodshot and his face was wet with tears and it took everything in you to not pull him into a hug and tell him that everything will be okay.

You braced yourself and looked him in his eyes and you wish you could forget the sorrow you saw in them that night. You had hoped that all the memories you will ever have of Jeonghan would be only happy ones.

But this was reality and it was cruel — agonizingly cruel.

"I do, Jeonghan." Your lie came out as barely above a whisper but he heard you loud and clear.

Jeonghan couldn't help but let out a brittle laugh at the fact that those were the very same words he had dreamt of hearing from you, but in vastly different situations than the one you were currently in.

He had imagined hearing it while he was down on one knee, holding out a ring to you.

He had imagined hearing it as you stood before him in your wedding dress exchanging vows.

But he had never imagined hearing it this way.

Jeonghan finally lets go of your hands and his arms fell limply to his sides and you watched as he was about to walk away and a strange feeling of both heaviness and emptiness washed over you simultaneously.

He suddenly stopped and turned to face you and your breath caught in your throat.

"Can I give you one last hug before I go?" He forced a smile but the sadness never left his eyes.

You nodded.

He moved towards you to engulf you in his arms and you stiffened for a brief moment as you tried your hardest to fight the urge to lean into his warmth but you ultimately failed and gave into it.

"This would be the last time," your heart ached at that thought.

Jeonghan felt the way you were melting into him and he knew. He knew you didn't love Seungcheol.

He started stroking your hair gently, something he used to do whenever you needed comforting and you let your forehead fall to his shoulder.

You felt so incredibly selfish.

You had hurt him to his core and here he was, comforting you when he was the one who needed it more.

At the realisation, you began to pull away, not wanting to cause him any more pain than you already had.

Jeonghan's fingertips came up to brush away the tears at the corner of your eyes and he leaned in to let his lips ghost yours so lightly that you could have sworn it had been your own hallucination if it weren't for the fact that you could feel the pressure in your chest.

"Be happy," Jeonghan murmured before walking out of the apartment.

a/n: a HUGE thank you to @synthetickitsune for helping me beta read this and for giving me the confidence to post this! i really appreciate everything. 🥺🩷 i love you and i am once again, sorry for the pain and i am also sorry that it had to be jeonghan. 💔

feedback is always greatly appreciated and thank you if you'd taken the time to read this. 🫶🏻 -bibi

Eid with him~

“Jeonghan one shot”

Pairing: Yoon jeonghan x female reader

Genre: fluff [desi setting]

Warnings: no warnings

Word count: 1.4 K

Author’s Note: Well, another desi husband Jeonghan, and this time, it’s not that long hehe. It’s a small Eid setting. Jeonghan saying meri jaan >>>

please someone make him say these two words PLEASE 😭

Also, I love the name Noor, I just can’t stop using this name.

Eid Mubarak to everyone who’s celebrating!!

happy reading~

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“Noor, Noor, wake up” I felt Jeonghan’s fingers tracing my face, I opened my eyes slowly. I looked at the beautiful pair of eyes, “meri jaan” these two words oh god.

“What’s the time?” I asked still in a sleepy voice, his fingers were tracing my cheeks. “8:30 am” my eyes opened instantly, on realization. We need to leave by 9 am for our work respectively; I was about to wake up hurriedly “why didn’t you wake me up early Jeonghan? We’re going to be late, oh god”

“Noor” he caged me, “Jeonghan…”

“Aaj Eid hai, did you forget meri jaan. It’s a holiday” how could I forget about today, I sighed. I’ve been so busy with work lately, I forgot about Eid. “Eid Mubarak meri jaan” he tugged my hair behind my ears and smiled. The smile which reminds me I’m home, and he is my home.

“Eid Mubarak” he pulled me closer, my head was on his chest. “I need to get up Hannie and help maa in preparing everything.”

“You’re not working today, anymore. Enjoy Eid with resting today” he looked at me and I was looking at him. “You were so busy that you even forgot about Eid today Noor, how is that fair? That’s why go on rest mood and just enjoy Eid with us. Okay?” I nodded and he kissed my forehead.

I don’t remember for how long we cuddled and I got up from the bed once we heard the knock on our bedroom room. Jeonghan went to open the door and I went to take a shower. I was sure it was maa, probably came to wake us up for breakfast. I don’t remember sleeping past 8 am ever since I started working and specially after getting married. So, today waking up at almost 9 am was more than I could ever ask for, I actually needed this sleep and rest.

I wore a cream colour kurti and patiyala, I was searching for the dupatta but I couldn’t find it. I felt Jeonghan walking towards me, “are you searching for your dupatta again?” he can read me so smoothly. I nodded without looking back at him. I felt he came closer to me, his breaths were hitting me, I saw him taking out my dupatta from the upper self, I wondered when did I keep it there.

I turned to look at him, he was holding my dupatta, “yeh lo tumhara dupatta” I took it from him, “I don’t remember keeping it there” I whispered but he definitely heard it, “but I remember keeping it there.” I was looking at down then looked at him. He came closer and trapped me between his arms and wardrobe, “Jeonghan?”

“Haan meri jaan” my heart skipped beats because of him and his words. He leaned towards me, I almost stopped breathing and closed my eyes; I felt his breaths hitting my face and suddenly I felt a kiss on my cheeks and his fingers pinched my nose. “It’s too early for anything Noor” I opened my eyes instantly. He was giving me his famous teasing look with a smirk and a laugh. He teased me again.

I lightly pushed him, and put the dupatta on my shoulder, “You are so annoying, I’m going downstairs” and I heard him laugh.

After having breakfast, I asked maa if I could help her today and she insisted me to rest up today but I wanted to make, kheer for everyone and she finally gave up.

After making kheer for everyone, maa suggested me to apply mehendi. I was about to say no and help her in making dishes but she just insisted and I couldn’t say no to her. She even asked Nishi, my sister-in-law to apply it on me.

After sitting almost, for forty-five minutes, I was done. “and you’re done” she smiled at me. “thank you” she just gave me a look “I don’t take thank you from my best bhabi” I wish my hands were not filed with mehendi fully or else I would've given her a hug. A tight hug which she deserves.

“I lowkey want to see the reaction of Jeonghan when he will see your mehendi” I looked at her, “Why so?”

“Ask him to check your mehendi once dried up and everything” I was about to say something but I saw Jeonghan standing and leaning on the door. He smirked at me, and said “meri jaan” and I can never get it wrong, never ever. I was so flustered and he was so satisfied with it, his face said it all.

“Bhabi, you should go and rest up in your bedroom while wating for this to dry. You’ve a holiday anyway” I diverted my attention back to Nishi

“But”

“No buts, you work way too much and ask bhaiya to keep you company, he is just too jobless and wouldn’t mind to keep you company” she laughed “look at him, he can’t even take his eyes off you right now.” I looked at him and he was just smiling at us. “Sometimes I wonder how does he even work, like you know missing you during his work and I’ve never seen him so lovesick, the way he is for you. Honestly one day I thought he lost his mind when I saw him giggling at his phone and it turned out it was a video of you petting a kitten. He is such a lovesick”

“Stop Nishi” I was getting embarrassed.

“Sach me, aapko pata bhi hai, kitne der se dekh rahe the aapko, usnki jaan jo ho aap” I gave her a look again.

“Acha chalo, you’re done now and it looks like he is waiting for you, now go” I got up and walked towards the door, Jeonghan left the moment I got up from the sofa.

I walked towards our bedroom, I’ve no work anyways so I could just rest today. I entered and almost jumped in surprise, when I heard the voice “Looked like you enjoy Nishi’s company more than me, is that true meri jaan?” I almost got a heart attack.

“Jeonghan!” I looked at him, he was looking sulky, “You almost scared me.” I walked inside and heard him close the door. I didn’t look back and went to sit on the bed.

“You didn’t answer my question Noor” he came to sit beside me, this side of Jeonghan is so rare. “Well… you could tell your sister… to be less adorable and fun around me” I smiled at him

“Am I not fun?”

“Well not more than Ni-” and I couldn’t complete this because he kissed. He was holding my arms carefully, and kissed me more.

He was pressing his lips softly but more on my lips, his lips touched my lips for a brief moment which was meant for teasing, I know him very well, before he could tease me more, he pulled himself back, the feeling of his lips on mine made me miss and crave for more. I was about to pout but he spoke.

“You talk too much at times.” I was in shock, “You are the one who asked!”

“Yes yes I know still you were about to say you like Nishi more.” I was about to say something but he didn’t give me the chance to say anything and put a small gulab jamun inside my mouth, I couldn’t help but to enjoy the taste. I loved it, “You liked it?” I nodded, and he came closer to take a bite of the gulab jamun. I was in shock, he pressed his lips against mine again and this time, one of his hand was on my waist, supporting me from falling backwards on bed. He was the only support I had or else I would've lost balance because of his sudden kisses. This kiss was more like he was telling me, something. He looked satisfied and pulled back. “Gulab jamun is tasty, glad maa decided to make it today.” I was looking at him, and his thumb was caressing my lips, the urge to kiss him was more, why would he tease him. I was looking at his lips, probably unable to say anything more, “Jeonghan” my voice came out low and hoarsh, and in a blink he’s kissing me. Once, twice, until I’ve had a taste and a realization, that I’ll never have enough. He’s holding my waist and my arm, careful about the mehendi, which I almost forgot because of him. Suddenly he’s kissing me harder, harder like it’s a need right now. He kissed me until we are out of breath.

“Your lips taste sweet. Wish I could taste you more just like this.”

“I need to tell Seungcheol to stop giving you flirting ideas like this”

He could see how he flustered me, “you still get flustered everytime I kiss you”

“Eid Mubarak meri jaan”