As Of October 31st, 8,525 Palestinians Have Been Murdered In The Ongoing 25 Day Aggression On Gaza.

as of october 31st, 8,525 palestinians have been murdered in the ongoing 25 day aggression on gaza.

as of october 29th, 881 families in Gaza have lost at least 2-5 members to israeli airstrikes.

on october 26th and following biden's statement saying that he has "no confidence in palestinian death count", the palestinian ministry of health released a comprehensive 200+ pages long list of the recorded individual deaths, with 6,747 names (+age and ID number).

this list does not include those who were not identified, those who are still missing under the rubble, those who were buried directly without being brought to hospitals, and those whose hospitals were unable to complete their registration procedures.

the first 88 names on the list are from one family; Al Astal, listed from oldest (72) to youngest (less than a year). the next 72 names are another family; Hassounah.

as of october 15th, 50 palestinian families, meaning bloodlines, have been completely wiped out of the civil registry. the number has most likely gone way up since.

there are no other words for this, this is ethnic cleansing.

A cat proposal

summary : minho is in love & wants to marry you

pairing : Lee Know x reader, pre-established relationship.

genre : FLUFF

warnings : mention of wanting to have kids together at the end.

the things i would do to have this man.... hope you enjoy reading!! feel free to leave your thoughts in the comments, it will be very appreciated!! <33

You were lying down on the couch, Minho sprawled on top of you. His head was on your chest, his nose nuzzling your stomach every now and then as if to remind you he was there. And you were playing with the locks of his hair lazily, drawing mindless circles on his back from time to time.

It had been exactly two weeks since Minho moved in with you. You hadn't really had the time to relax, just the both of you. His schedule was hectic and so was yours, as it was nearing the end of the year. You only saw each other when he came home late to you; bringing your body to his and peppering kisses on the soft curve of your shoulder.

But today, he managed to come home early, and so did you. Which led to an impromptu movie night together. Still, you couldn't really focus on the movie, the dialogue coming to you like mindless chatter. You had something to suggest to Minho, and you didn't really know how he would take it.

He must have noticed that you were looking up at the ceiling, since he blew a raspberry on your stomach, prompting startled giggles from you. He smirks, before placing a small kiss on your bare skin, "what's going on in that pretty little head of yours?"

"I have something to tell you, just think about it okay? You don't have to reply now."

"Okay, tell me about it," he turns the TV off, giving you his undivided attention. It made you flustered, how he always looked at you like you were the only person that mattered on this earth.

"Well... since you moved in. I thought... why not bring your cats here in the apartment, this way you could see them more often and we could take care of them together," you start off, your rhythm accelerating with each word.

"I mean, I know it will take time for them to get used to a new place, so we could do it gradually? They could stay over for a weekend until they feel comfortable here," you start to ramble. "And you could put their toys and playhouse in the washing machine room since it's nearly empty, and we'd take turns taking care of them and I don't mind feeding them and changing their litter box when you are on tour, and I'd bring them to your parent's house because they might miss them and-"

"Honey, breathe," he chuckles and you stop, gulping. You really forgot how to breathe during your little speech.

After that, it's silent. Minho doesn't say anything, placing his head back on your stomach. Your cheeks are turning a crimson red from embarrassment, you just made a fool out of yourself, didn't you?

Your frantic train of thought is interrupted when Minho picks up your hand and starts kissing your knuckles softly. He doesn't look at you as he places chaste kisses on each of your fingertips; as if his lips meeting your skin was worthy of all his attention.

The truth is, Minho couldn't talk right now. Not because he didn't want to, but because he was afraid if he ever spoke, he wouldn't be able to stop the flow of words yearning to come out.

There are one million words in Korean, yet none of them seemed fit to express his adoration for you. He racked his brain for the right combination of words, because 'I love you' didn't cut it anymore. What he felt was more than love, it was a heart wrenching feeling in the most beautiful way.

Minho knew you loved him too, but it was in moments like this that he was reminded that you actually love him. That you were as infatuated with him as he was with you. That you thought about him just like he thought about you.

Kissing your fingertips, one at a time, he couldn't help but remember a fact he once read; there are twenty three words for love alone in Arabic. Maybe he should learn them, maybe he should learn every expression of love that was ever invented, every love poem that was written throughout history. And then he'd recite them to you, one by one. Maybe then you'd understand how you make him feel.

But he couldn't bring himself to tell you all of this, so instead, he settled on a love language that the both of you understood- touch. As his lips met your knuckles, he hoped that you'd feel it all through his kisses. That you'd know how much love he holds for you.

He finally looks up at you, his eyes holding yours in an intimate gaze. It's a while before he speaks again. "I will marry you one day, you know that right?" he whispers softly, as if it's a secret meant for the two of you alone.

Your breath hitches in your throat at his words, he wanted a forever with you?

"You mean that?" you whisper back, voice hoarse from the emotions you were barely keeping at bay. 

"I do. Would you like that?" he asks in a small voice, as if there was a possibility you'd say no. You almost scoff at that thought; not in this life, not in the next one.

"Of course. I want to spend the rest of my life with you Min," you tell him sincerely, your eyes wide looking into his so he'd know how serious you are.

"I want... I want our cats here," he starts off, knocking the breath out of you, 'our'.

"And I want silly supermarket lists with you, that I wouldn't be able to read because your writing is shit," you both chuckle, his laugh reverberating through your entire body. You always felt it deep inside you when he laughed, as if it was a melody meant for you only to hear.

"And i want to brush my teeth with you. I want to come home and see you with the cats. I want to cook for you and I want to kiss you when I wake up and sleep," he whispers, head now buried into your chest as if he was embrassed to say those words out loud.

"And I want.. I want kids with you, I want a girl running around that looks just like you. And you'd both greet me at the door and I'd die a happy man."

Silent tears are falling out of your eyes right now, 'you'd be a good mother', he once told you. And now, he wanted you to be the mother of his kids. It felt like your heart was in his palm and that he was squeezing it with every word he said. But you didn't mind, you knew that Minho would never squeeze too far to break you. You were safe with him. 

"We’ll have that my love, I promise," you smile, placing a sweet kiss on his head. "But i want a boy that looks like you,"you playfully pout. 

"There could only be one me," he tsks, waving a hand in the air as if to dismiss your words. 

"This is your son we are talking about," you laugh, your hand threading through his hair once again. 

"Our son," he clarifies and you blush. "Yeah.. our", you repeat, a soft smile on your face and he finally looks up at you again. 

You bop his nose with your finger playfully and he grins at the action. "So… does this mean you want the cats to move in?"

"Of course silly. My favorite people in one place, I can't wait."

"Cats are not people," you tease, and he rolls his eyes at your words. 

"Details."

He then stands up, pulling you up with him. His hand gently cradles your jaw and his lips fall perfectly on top of yours; the kiss making stars swirl in front of your eyes. "I love you so much Min," you whisper in between kisses and he smiles, "I love you yn, so much more than you know."

"I know, you know, Lee Know," you joke and he pushes your face away with his finger, "Nevermind, I take my proposal back."

"No can do. You are stuck with me forever," you singsong, pulling him in for a tight hug. 

Forever with you, he really liked the sound of that. 

𝐂𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘

PAIRING: idol!chan x fem!reader (established relationship)

GENRE: fluff, angst

WARNINGS: anxiety, swearing, crying

SYNOPSIS: your boyfriend is a busy man. a creative man. a smart man. but also, a tired man. a stressed man. it’s just one of those nights where he’s at his lowest and he needs you by his side.

i’m home in 30 minutes, honey

don’t wait for me, go to sleep

it was 2:06 am.

you stared at the two text messages chan sent you. you sighed. you’re used to him coming home late, but 2 am?

you weren’t going to lie… you were tired. your eyes were getting heavy, but you wanted to stay awake until your boyfriend comes home.

he told you not to wait for him though…

but it’s only 30 minutes. you could stay awake for 30 minutes, you thought.

3:12 am.

chan arrived in front of your door, later than expected. he was overtired. he was disconnected, trying to unlock the door only to realize it was already unlocked.

he entered your apartment moving like a zombie at this point. he removed his sneakers, his jacket and his beanie then scanned the room. only the light from the open living room was on. chan was hoping you were sleeping peacefully in bed, because he knew you could be stubborn.

he walked to the living room to turn off the light when he noticed a human figure, drowned in sleep.

oh no

chan sighed, hating himself already for having to wake you up to go to your room. a part of him knew you weren’t going to be in bed. an idea came through his mind. maybe he could pick you up instead of waking you up.

carefully, he hovered over you, sliding his hand under your thighs and the other one slowly around your shoulders. delicately, he lifted you up just a centimetre but he stopped his movements when he heard you whimper.

shit

“chanie…?” you said, your eyes still closed.

chan groaned and chuckled to hide his annoyance for accidentally waking you up “i’m sorry, y/n. i didn’t mean to wake you up”

you smiled tiredly “i would’ve wanted you to wake me up anyway”

you made him sit down next to you while you readjusted yourself into a sitting position.

“what time is it?” you asked, rubbing your eyes.

chan looked at his phone, his eyes narrowed because of the brightness of his device.

“3:23 am.”

“damn… 30 minutes you said?”

he rubbed his forehead “y/n, i’m sorry. i was trying to get this track right, but i just couldn’t make it. baby, i’m so sorry i made you wait”

you didn’t want an explanation, nor an apology. you were just happy he was home. that’s all that mattered. you felt horrible now. he probably thought you were mad at him, but really, you weren’t. and just by the look on his tired beautiful face, you could tell he had a shitty day.

you took his hand in yours and your eyes widened from how cold it was.

“jesus! your hand is so cold!” you tried to warm it up as fast as you could.

chan gave you his other hand so you could warm it up too. he was so happy to be home. he needed you by his side. especially now.

what you didn’t know was that for the past hours, he was having a lot of anxiety. thoughts sabotaging his brain. he couldn’t take it anymore.

“y/n”

you looked at him, worry painting your face. you noticed his eyes tearing up. your heart completely shattered from what you were seeing right in front of you.

“chan, are you crying?” you asked, concern filling your voice.

chan tried not to break down just now.

without a thought, you wrapped your arms around his body and made him hide his face in the crook of your neck.

“let it all out. it’s okay to let it out” you caressed his fluffy hair and heard sobs and sniffs coming from him.

you felt like crying just hearing those sounds he let out. you knew his life was intense and you respected his busy life. you would never use that against him. it’s the path he chose and you’re more than okay with it.

you loved each other too much to even care about that.

chan was crying for a long 10 minutes. he really needed that.

he raised his head from your neck and looked down. he wanted to avoid looking at your face. he felt weak. terribly weak.

“are you feeling better now?” you wiped the tears on his red puffy cheeks and gave him a reassuring smile.

“i don't know…” he answered, sincerely.

both of you remained silent for a short while when you finally decided to stand up from the couch. chan was watching your every move, wondering what you were going to do next.

you took a deep breath and gave him a hand to stand up in return “come on. let's go to bed”

“i have to wash my face first”

“of course! your night routine!” you giggled “take your time, sweetheart”

you kissed him on the cheek before letting him go to the bathroom.

chan was so lucky to have someone like you in his life. you saved him, somehow. whenever he was feeling down, you were there. he didn’t even have to ask, you would just be… there. you're his person, his life, and he would cherish you forever if he had to.

joining you in your bedroom, he found you getting into your pyjama with pineapples on it. this pyjama would always bring a smile to his face. he thought you looked so silly but so cute at the same time “look! i'm wearing your favorite pyjama of mine!” you exclaimed, spreading your arms.

he chuckled while taking off his top and pants “yeah, it is my favorite pyjama of yours”

both of you hopped into bed at the same time and turned off the lights. you invited him in your arms and he gladly accepted your offer.

snuggling together, you rubbed chan's arm and head, helping him to fall asleep. he needed to rest. he deserved it. his calm breathing made you smile. you kissed the top of his head and gently whispered

“goodnight, chan. i love you so much”

A/N: little angst but cute fluff at the end 🥹 it’s short but i had a busy week and i’m actually happy it’s over now :) reblogs, likes and comments are highly appreciated 🩷

© JBINSEONG

𝐓𝐞𝐧 𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐲 𝐈 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮

☆ Genre: Domestic, fluff

☆ Warnings: None

☆ Request: No

☆ Characters: Chan, Y/N, Sky, Noah

☆ Word Count: 2.8k

"What flavour do you fancy today?" Chan asked as he pulled open a drawer. A spoon had become trapped in the hinge; it flew out and clattered to the floor, the man's eyes widening in sheepishness. "That didn't happen."

From the breakfast bar, Y/N started to laugh. She watched as her husband bent down and scooped up the spoon, quickly rinsing it under the tap. "Mmm … you choose."

"Really?" Chan asked with a smile, shaking the spoon in the sink. "Are you sure you want me to choose?"

Steepling her fingers under her chin, Y/N cocked her head to the side. " … Why? What are you planning?"

"Nothing," Chan chuckled. He pushed at a button, and the grinder immediately started to pulverise a dose of coffee beans. Y/N instantly perked up at the aromatic scent wafting from the coffee bar, and she inhaled the fumes as her husband smirked. "Maybe."

"Well, if I pass out from sugar intake, we'll all know why," Y/N commented with a knowing smile.

Chan grinned. "I won't make it too sweet. Promise."

"I want some," Noah frowned from the other side of the counter. "It smells good."

Y/N smiled at that. "It does, doesn't it? You can have a sip from me."

"I want a full cup," the twelve year old sighed. "I want to drink coffee like you. It looks fun."

Y/N couldn't disagree with that. She reached out and gently sweeped his curls away from his forehead. "Well, with how fast time is going, you'll get to drink coffee in no time. Just not yet … coffee isn't good for you baby."

Noah frowned. "Why not?"

"You're only twelve, Noey. Your body is growing and changing … the caffeine in coffee can have all sorts of bad side effects. Anxiety, heart issues, insomnia, dehydration … "

Noah's face immediately paled as his mother continued her list. He swallowed thickly. "I don't want coffee anymore."

From the espresso machine, Chan started to laugh. "I'll make you something else, Noey. Something that will make you feel all warm and cosy."

Y/N grinned as Noah's freckled face broke into a soft smile again. He nodded, swallowing down his last mouthful of cereal.

As Chan tapped the side of the portafilter with the palm of his hand, Sky clattered into the kitchen. The eight year old had a smudge of Nutella on her cheek, and Y/N couldn't help but giggle at the oblivious expression on her face as she climbed up onto a stool beside her.

"Look at you," Y/N hummed, reaching for a tissue. "There's chocolate all over your face."

Sky sat still as her mother wiped away the mark from her cheek. "There was Nutella on my toast."

"I know there was, I made it for you," Y/N laughed. She playfully squished the girl's chubby cheeks as she leaned forward to kiss her forehead.

Sky smiled up at her in response. She kicked her legs under the table while slumping forward onto her arms, her gaze curious as she watched her father. His back was turned towards the both of them, and Y/N secretly stared at him with a dreamy expression floating around her eyes. Sky was completely unaware of the overflow of love trickling out from beside her, her own thoughts preoccupied.

"Almost done … " Chan's voice was laced with a telltale smile as he spoke over his shoulder. With a gentle flick of his wrist, he pulled a stream of silky milk through the middle of his wife's coffee, his face glowing with pride at his handiwork. A perfectly curated ivory heart nestled in a layer of rich amber crema, and Chan's eyes morphed into the thinnest of crescent moons with the intensity of his smile as he padded over to his wife.

He set the round mug down in front of Y/N, simultaneously dropping a kiss to her temple. "There you go."

Chan slid his arm around his daughter as he watched his wife raise the mug to her lips. He burst into amused laughter at the slurp sound that escaped her mouth, the way she always did to avoid burning her tongue.

"Ah … " Y/N shut her eyes in bliss. She set the mug back down on the table, curling her fingers around the warm porcelain. "Vanilla?"

"Vanilla," Chan nodded. "Not too sweet, not too sickly. Perfect."

"I love vanilla.'

"I know."

Sky watched quietly as her mother took another small sip of her frothy drink.

"Do you want a sip, Noey?" Y/N asked as Chan walked back to the machine.

Noah shook his head. "I don't want to die."

"Ah, well," Y/N took another sip, a mischievous glint in her eye as she caught sight of the amusement in her husband's. "That's fair enough."

"Mama?" Sky piped in suddenly.

Y/N nodded. "Yes baby?"

Sky wrinkled her nose. "Do you not know how to make coffee?"

"Of course I know how to make coffee," Y/N smiled. She wondered where her daughter's question was going; they always managed to trail off of thoughts she had never even imagined before.

"Then why does daddy make you coffee every morning?" Sky continued. "It's okay if you don't know how to make coffee, mama. I don't know how to make it either."

At that, Y/N couldn't help but giggle. She set her mug down on the counter again, her gaze turning onto her daughter who had climbed onto the surface beside her mug.

"I do know how," Y/N repeated. "But your daddy insists on making it for me anyway."

Sky cocked her head to the side. "Why?"

"Because I love your mama, that's why," Chan chimed in from behind her with a soft smile. He held out a cup to his son, and Noah's eyes lit up at the goofy face in his hot chocolate.

Sky blinked. "One moment."

She scrambled off of the counter and jumped onto the ground before running off; Y/N and Chan looked at each other in mild bewilderment before she ran back into the room again, a notebook and pen clutched in her hands.

"I'm back," Sky declared as she climbed back onto the counter. She flipped open her book, pulling off the cap of her pen.

"What's that for?" Chan asked curiously. He had settled himself down on the stool beside his wife, and he nursed a large mug of fragrant tea in his slender grip.

Sky scratched her temple with her pen. "You said you make coffee for mama because you love her, right?"

Chan nodded, a smile on his lips. "Right."

"What else do you do because you love mama?" Sky asked. She scribbled on her paper. "I'm making a list. For … the future."

Chan blinked in surprise at her question, just as Y/N grinned widely at her daughter.

"For the future?" Y/N asked.

"Yep," Sky scribbled something else down on the page. "Because daddy loves you. And … and if I make a list of things daddy does, then one day if someone does things like that for me, then … then I will know if someone loves me. Like daddy loves mama."

At that, Y/N found her eyes watering. She avoided her daughter's gaze, instead picking her mug up and taking a large gulp of her sweet coffee.

Under the table, Chan pressed his slipper up against hers.

She smiled.

"So … you want to interview me?" Chan cleared his throat. "Is that it?"

Sky nodded enthusiastically. "Tell me ten things you do because you love mama. I will title my list 'ten ways to say I love you.' Because you making coffee is … is one of the ways you say you love mama."

Chan lowered his head. He did his best to hide the uncontrollable blush that was spreading like rapid wildfire from the collar of his shirt to the tip of his nose.

Tapping her pen against her paper, Sky stared at her parents pointedly. "Point one. Daddy makes coffee for mama."

"Hmm … your daddy doesn't just make coffee for me," Y/N smiled as she traced her finger over the rim of her mug. "He does lots of things without me asking … helps cook food, helps to tidy the house, buys me my favourite food … things like that.

Sky frowned. "Daddy is … a slave?"

Bursting into quiet laughter, Chan fought to not spit his tea out. He gulped it down rather painfully as he shook his head in mirth. "No. I'm not a slave, Ky. I do these things because I enjoy it … and ultimately they make your mama happy, and when she's happy, I'm happy. You know?"

"Writing down 'daddy enjoys being mama's slave' … " Sky murmured.

"Sky, no," Chan laughed. He gently reached for her pen and set it down on the counter, fully getting her attention. "When you love someone, you want them to be very, very happy. And you want things to be as easy as possible for them. I love your mama so much that I want her to make sure she never has to do anything while I'm around. I make her coffee every single morning because I want to. Not because she can't do these things … I just want to do things for her. I don't have to do these things, that's what a slave does, yeah? I like doing it. And she does exactly the same for me - we both do things for each other because it makes us happy. Does that make sense, baby?"

Sky picked up her pen again. She scratched out her previous statement and paused briefly before looking at her father again.

"What do I write then?" Sky wondered aloud.

Y/N smiled. "How about 'acts of service'?"

"Acts … of … service … " Sky hummed as she spelled the words out onto her paper. "Okay. What else?"

Leaning on his side, Chan turned to his wife with a cheeky smile. "Your turn. What makes you feel loved, baby girl?"

Y/N secretly jabbed at his side as her cheeks flushed, making her husband giggle like a child at her reaction.

"Your daddy is very kind," Y/N said to Sky, ignoring the growing smirk on Chan's face as his eyes drilled lasers into her. "That's very important. Never be with someone who isn't kind, okay baby?"

Sky nodded. "Mama and daddy are both kind."

"Aw … " Chan chuckled. He reached out and gently patted Sky's arm, making her smile at him as she finished writing down her second point.

"Give me another one, mama," Sky said.

"Hmm … " Y/N raised her coffee to her lips again as she stared at her husband with soft eyes. She smiled. "Your daddy is very good at controlling his anger. He gets angry sometimes, but he never, ever takes it out on me. That's very important too. Some people get violent when they're angry … it's very important to make sure they don't do that."

Noah suddenly wrinkled his nose from the other side of the counter. "Guys at my school throw things when they're angry. And they hit people."

Chan grimaced. "That's exactly what you shouldn't do."

"Why?" Sky asked.

"Because that leads to other people getting hurt," Y/N explained gently. "We should all do our best to keep our emotions in check so we don't hurt others."

"Okay mama," Sky nodded. She tapped her paper. "What else?"

"I guess it kinda ties into the first point, but I like to help your mama with her housework," Chan grinned. His knee was jumping under the counter, and Y/N snorted quietly as she reached out to place a hand on his leg. He immediately stopped moving and she giggled; she knew how shy he felt speaking about his feelings. He was trying his best for their curious daughter, and it only made Y/N fall in love with him even more.

Sky stuck her tongue out. "That's boring."

"Maybe," Chan laughed. "But it's fun when you do it together. Turns into a game."

"Well, I guess that's okay," Sky said. "But what about washing dishes? That's the worst."

Y/N grinned. "One of us washes them, and the other dries. We usually have the radio on and end up dancing around the kitchen. It's fun."

"That's gross," Sky commented, and Noah grinned at his sister's feigned disgust. "But I'll let it slide. Next?'

Chan leaned forward with his chin on his hand as he peered at his wife. There was a cheeky glint in his eye. "Anything else to say?"

Y/N pressed her lips together to stop herself from erupting into manic laughter. "Your daddy is a very good listener."

"I'm a good listener, big deal," Sky grumbled, sending her parents both into a fit of frenzied giggles. "Why does daddy have to be a good listener?"

"Because," Y/N hummed. "It's nice when someone listens to you. I don't speak very loudly, and your daddy always makes sure to give me his full attention when I speak. I never have to repeat myself … unless he's joking around."

"I'm listening to you," Sky said.

"Yes you are," Y/N smiled as she patted her daughter's head. "You take after your daddy."

Sky cocked her head to the side as she studied her father. She blinked. "I'm not that old."

Chan's mouth dropped open just as Noah and Y/N burst into laughter. They watched as Chan sighed, sagging into his seat.

"Why does every one of our conversations always come back to this?" Chan grumbled, suddenly looking very tired. There was a smile on his lips, though, and Sky giggled before kissing his cheek.

"Because Uncle Seungmin teaches me lots of things," Sky said simply.

Chan shook his head. "That Uncle Seungmin of yours needs to be taught a lesson."

"No, Uncle Seungmin teaches me lessons," Sky said. She then held her pen out again. "Four more things."

Looking at his wife, Chan smiled slowly. They were both blushing uncontrollably, and suddenly they felt like teenagers again. It was Chan who looked away first, his hand coming up to cover his face as cleared his throat again, his ears burning.

"Your mama is the most important person in my life," Chan said. He then rushed to amend his words, "along with you kids, obviously. I think … it's very important to put the person you love before everything else. You guys are my main priority, you know?"

"That's true," Y/N nodded. "He does always put me first. At first I thought he was the kind of guy who'd put work before me … but he never fails to make time for me. I don't know how he does it, but he does."

Chan smiled at that. He took a sip of his tea, hiding the goofy smile pinned to his lips.

"Quality time?" Sky asked. "Is that what you call it?"

"Sure," Y/N nodded.

"Oh, another point," Chan suddenly said. "Kinda similar to the previous one … but respect is very important too. If you don't respect your partner, it's never going to work. I respect your mama lots, and your mama respects me too."

Sky nodded slowly as she wrote down his words. Y/N dropped her head against her husband's shoulder as she watched her daughter, and Chan turned his head to the side to kiss her temple softly.

"How many points left, baby?" Y/N asked gently.

Sky whispered under her breath as she counted the bullet points on her list. "Two!"

"I have one," Chan grinned.

"I have one too," Y/N laughed.

"Go first," Chan nudged her softly.

"I was gonna say your daddy is really supportive," Y/N said. "With anything I want to do, he's always my number one supporter and he cheers me on."

"Daddy is mama's number one fan," Sky giggled. "I'm writing that down."

Chan chuckled. "Pretty accurate."

Sky ran through her points again. "One left!"

"I'd say this one is the most important out of all of them … " Chan said slowly. Y/N tilted her head towards him in intrigue.

The man's face suddenly broke into childish joy. "Cuddles!"

He threw his arms around his wife before she had the time to realise what was happening, and in a split second she was being smothered by her husband's muscular arms; Sky and Noah's voices were a flurry of high pitched giggling as their father attacked their mother with impromptu hugs, and Y/N couldn't do anything but return Chan's embrace with one of his own. She smiled against his shoulder as she heard the brush of 'I love you' against her ear, the words sweet, warm, and as light as angel wings as Chan hugged her a little tighter.

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Peach to my Mario

pairing — idolbf!leeknow x f!reader

word count — 2.7k words

warnings — she/her reader, tiny bit of angst, stress, tooth-rotting fluff

summary — Minho always avoids showing affection to you in public which makes his friends and members worry about his relationship, thinking it might not be healthy. However, in private, Minho a completely different person. One day, he comes home early and takes the chance to invite you over. During a little gaming sesh, his members accidentally walk in on him being overly sweet with you.

It was just part of Minho's nature to avoid PDA. He never showed affection when you were out with friends, and he wasn't the type of guy to show you off or post you on social media, even on his private account. When you first started dating, you went out to dinner with Minho and some of his members and their partners. It was the first time you were out with him around other people. Whenever you tried to initiate any contact with him, he'd gently push you away and give you a look that said, "Not here," which, at first, bothered you.

This constant habit didn't go unnoticed by his members. They saw how he acted with you around them, which made them worry about your relationship. Some even talked to Minho, suggesting he show more affection, but he always replied with, "I know what I'm doing." This left them wondering, "Are they even a happy couple?" because that's all they knew. They were never shown the real side of Minho in a relationship.

You eventually got used to it over time, as he had a way of making up for it. When you two were alone, he was the sweetest. He showered you with love, and he wasn't afraid to show emotion. It was fascinating to see how different a person he could be depending on the setting, and as his girlfriend, you somewhat liked this duality. When he'd get home from an outing with you, he'd immediately pull you into a hug and smother you with kisses, becoming a completely different person than he was a minute ago.

You didn't complain about the lack of PDA anymore because you were grateful that Minho saw you as someone he could be vulnerable with. He wasn't afraid to share his struggles and ask for your help, and you appreciated the connection you had with him in this way. It was so rare for him to have such a bond with someone, which made it so precious.

One day, Minho arrived at his dorms earlier than usual, and it was a particularly stressful day. They were approaching a comeback, and the choreography needed to be finalized with a tight deadline. A professional choreographer was scheduled to review their dance, and they had to have it perfected by then. The pressure was especially heavy on Minho, as he was responsible for everything, being the main dancer in the group. Comeback season always brought a lot of stress for all of them. The producers had to handle the tracks, and they had to attend numerous meetings discussing potential concerts and promotions.

Usually, during this stressful and overworked period, he would be staying late at the company, leaving little time at home. So, it was rather unusual for him to arrive home early. When Minho reached the door of his dorm, he tossed his bag onto the couch and slumped into a seat. He unscrewed a plastic water bottle and downed it in a few gulps. Minho buried his face in his hands, threw his head back, and released an exasperated sigh.

He took his phone out of the front pocket of his backpack and texted your number.

"y/n, do you have a minute?"

right after he sent it out, it showed as "read," with an icon popping up indicating that you were typing. 

"yea, of course. is everything alright?"

"i just wanna see you. and no one's home yet."

It shocked you that he was home already. You hadn't seen him for two weeks, given how busy he had been and how little time he had for himself. So, to you, it was surprising that he had texted you. You responded with a simple "kk" before getting up and preparing to leave. You were wearing gray sweatpants and one of Minho's shirts, but you decided not to bother changing, as it looked presentable enough. After all, it was just Minho.

You grabbed Minho's keys and phone, locking your own door as you left your apartment. Even though you had a car, navigating the busy downtown Seoul intersections often took longer than walking. Luckily, Minho's dorms were only a few blocks away, making it a short five to ten-minute walk. Upon reaching his building, you scanned your keycard at the lobby and opened the door after hearing the click. Minho had given you an extra keycard so you could visit him, although his roommates were unaware of this, as it wasn't something they would necessarily know.

You rode the elevator up to his floor, which was located quite high up, just one floor below the penthouses. Minho's apartment was notably larger compared to the others in the building, as he shared it with three of his group members. You went down the hallway and stopped when you saw his unit number.

You gently knocked on the door, not wanting to startle him. There was silence, so you decided to try the doorknob, and it turned out to be unlocked. You entered, taking your shoes off at the entrance before quietly making your way to the living room. As you entered the room, you found Minho sitting on the couch, staring blankly at the floor.

"Minho" You called out.

He jumped, snapping out of his thoughts and turned his head towards you. "You scared me"

"Did you not hear me come in?"  You chuckled.

Minho shook his head, a small smile forming on his face. "I guess I was too lost in my own world."

You walked over and sat beside him, giving him a gentle smile. "Long day?" He nodded and leaned into your touch.

You wrapped your arm around him. "What can I do to help you relax?"

Minho sighed, looking at you with gratitude. "Just being here is enough. I missed you."

You smiled, feeling a warm flutter in your chest. "I missed you too, Minho. "

"Thank you for coming," he said.

"Anytime," you replied, snuggling closer to him. "Why are you back so early, hm? Where's everyone else."

"They're still at the company, working on their own stuff now. I needed a break from the choreo, I couldn't think straight anymore," Minho confessed, rubbing his temples.

It was rare for him to take breaks for himself so you were glad he reached out to you in this moment. You continued to comfort him, running your fingers through his hair soothingly.

"You know you don't have to carry all the weight on your own, right?" you reassured him.

Minho nodded, appreciating your support. "I know, it's just... sometimes I forget."

"Well, that's what I'm here for – to remind you," you said with a soft smile.

Minho leaned into your touch, his shoulders relaxing as he let out a deep breath. "I'm lucky to have you," he murmured.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a while, letting the weight of the day slowly lift off Minho's shoulders. You could sense the exhaustion in him, not just physical but also the mental strain of the responsibilities he carried. 

I gave a him a gentle squeeze. "Wanna play something?"

Minho looked at you, exhaustion still lingering in his eyes but a genuine smile playing on his lips. "That sounds good."

You made your way to the Nintendo Switch (Felix's, obviously) and powered up Mario Kart. As the game loaded, you handed Minho a controller, and soon, both of you were engrossed in the competition. The colorful characters on the screen and the playful banter between you and Minho helped to lighten the atmosphere in the room.

As you played, you couldn't help but notice the transformation in Minho. The stress lines on his face seemed to fade, replaced by genuine smiles and occasional laughter. It was moments like these that made you appreciate the private side of Minho that he rarely showed to the outside world.

"You're gonna lose so bad, Y/n, you don't know," he teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Yea sure," you shot back, a smirk playing on your lips.

The races became more heated, with Minho throwing himself into the game, making exaggerated gestures as he maneuvered his virtual car. Every time you pulled ahead, he'd let out a theatrical groan, clutching his heart.

"I can't believe you'd do this to me!" he'd exclaim in horror, slumping dramatically in his seat.

You couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Come on, Minho, it's just a game!"

But for Minho, it was more than just a game. It was a battle, a challenge that he took very seriously. When the races got particularly close, he'd lean in closer to the screen, his eyes narrowing in concentration. And when you crossed the finish line first, Minho faked his death right on that couch. He'd plopped onto your lap and stick out his tongue.

As you and Minho continued playing, the atmosphere lightened, and the stress from earlier seemed to dissipate. The room echoed with laughter as the two of you engaged in a fierce Mario Kart competition. 

However, little did you both know that the other boys had finished their work and were on their way back to the dorm. As two of them approached the door, they exchanged glances, wondering if Minho was still immersed in his work or if he had finally decided to take a break.

As the door creaked open, Minho was in the midst of a loud cheer, having won a close race. Your lips formed a fake pout, teasing Minho for his impressive gaming skills. Before you could utter a word, Minho grabbed your face and planted a sweet kiss on your lips. With a satisfied grin, he plopped back down onto your lap, his eyes shifting to the TV which displayed his victory.

His eyes were fixed on the screen, and he didn't notice the entrance of his fellow members. Seungmin and Felix stood frozen for a moment, taking in the unexpected scene before them.

Minho, still admiring his victory, suddenly felt a shift in the atmosphere. His eyes flickered from the screen to your face, and then he followed your gaze to the open doorway. There, standing in various states of shock and amusement, were his friends.

Minho's cheerful expression faltered as he registered their presence. He quickly disentangled himself from your lap, clearing his throat awkwardly and avoiding eye contact.

"Hey," he mumbled, attempting to regain his composure.

Minho's sudden change in behaviour didn't go unnoticed by them. The two exchanged puzzled glances, silently communicating their surprise at witnessing a side of Minho they had never seen before.

Seungmin smirked. "Didn't know playing video games could be so... intimate."

Minho's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he tried to brush off the situation. "No, just taking a break from choreo. Y/n happened to drop by."

You offered a friendly wave to the members, trying to diffuse the tension. "Long time no see."

"Didn't know he had such a soft side for you." Felix looked in your direction.

Seungmin raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, Minho, you've been keeping this hidden from us."

Minho avoided making eye contact with anyone. "It's not a big deal. We're just hanging out."

Felix interjected, "Alright, alright, let the man breathe. Maybe he's just trying out a new gaming strategy."

Seungmin smirked, "Yeah, because everyone knows that cuddling enhances your Mario Kart skills."

Minho sighed, realizing he was caught in a situation he couldn't easily escape. The members, still amused, decided to join the gaming session, pulling up chairs and grabbing controllers. The atmosphere lightened up again as everyone got immersed in the races. Amidst the gaming chaos, you felt a subtle shift beside you. Glancing at Minho, you noticed a small smile playing on his lips as he looked at you. Seizing the opportunity, you casually leaned against him, and to your surprise, Minho didn't pull away. Instead, he subtly wrapped his arm around your shoulders, bringing you closer.

Felix, ever observant, caught the moment and exchanged a knowing look with Seungmin. A mischievous grin spread across Felix's face as he nudged Seungmin, who raised an eyebrow in response. It seemed like the members were enjoying this unexpected revelation of Minho's softer side. Minho's hesitancy towards PDA seemed to going away slightly. He didn't shy away when you rested your head on his shoulder, and he even tickled you a little during one of the races. 

The night turned into a fun and lighthearted gathering, with laughter filling the air as everyone bonded over Mario Kart. The initial surprise at seeing Minho in a more vulnerable and relaxed state slowly faded, replaced by acceptance and genuine enjoyment of the moment. As the clock ticked away, the group decided to take a break from gaming and sat together in the living room, sharing stories and enjoying the dinner Jeongin had eventually brought. It was during these moments that you could see a different side of Minho showing the side that wasn't afraid to be affectionate in front of his friends.

The members of Stray Kids, who had initially been concerned about Minho's reserved nature in public, began to see the depth of his relationship with you. They witnessed the way he looked at you, the way he smiled, and the subtle gestures of affection that spoke volumes about the connection you shared.

After dinner, as the night wound down, the members bid their goodbyes, as you went over to the door to leave. Minho stood up, indicating that he would walk you home. The others exchanged knowing glances, teasing smiles playing on their lips. 

As you and Minho stepped out of the dorm, the cool night air greeted you. The city lights illuminated the streets as you began the short walk to your apartment. The atmosphere was comfortable, a companionable silence settling between you and Minho.

"I appreciate you coming over," Minho said, his tone sincere. "It's been a hectic few weeks, and tonight was exactly what I needed."

"I'm glad I could be here for you," you replied, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. "You don't always have to carry everything on your own, Minho. It's okay to lean on others, especially those who care about you."

He nodded, a grateful smile on his face. "Thank you,"

"Anytime," you replied, giving him a soft smile. "It was nice spending time with everyone."

Minho nodded, his hand finding yours. "I guess they know now," he added with a hint of playfulness.

You chuckled. "Well, it's not a bad thing. They seem to like this side of you."

He smirked. "Yeah, yeah, I can't escape their teasing now. They're gonna tell the dorm all about it"

You squeezed his hand. "You'll be alright. Besides, it's nice to see you letting your guard down a bit."

Minho leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "I guess you have that effect on me."

As you reached your apartment building, you turned to face Minho. "Well, this is me. Thank you for tonight."

Minho smiled, leaning in to press a lingering kiss to your lips. "No, thank you. I needed this more than you know."

You both exchanged a loving gaze, the unspoken understanding between you deepening. With a final goodnight, you entered your building, watching as Minho waited until you were safely inside.

As you settled on your couch, you decided to check your social media accounts before getting ready for bed. Scrolling through your feed, you noticed a notification on Instagram from Minho.

Curiosity got the better of you, and you decided to check your social media accounts before winding down for the night. As you scrolled through your feed, you noticed a notification on Minho's private Instagram account. It surprised you because Minho rarely posted anything on his private account, and he had never posted a picture of the two of you before.

Opening the post, your heart skipped a beat as you saw a candid shot one of his members must've taken from tonight. It perfectly captured the essence of the night – both of you smiling at each other, a shared blanket over your laps, and controllers in hand. 

The caption read: "Peach to my Mario"

Feeling a mix of emotions, you couldn't help but smile at the post. It was a small but significant step for Minho to share a piece of your relationship with the world, even if it was just on his private account. 

"Photo credits?" One of the comments read, from Seungmin.

As you liked and replied to a few comments, you couldn't shake the feeling that this marked a subtle shift in Minho's approach to PDA. Maybe, just maybe, the night had not only been a release for him but also a realization that sharing moments of vulnerability with you and his friends wasn't something to be afraid of.

whipped

Stray Kids Imagine

Summary: the boys are whipped and reader is spoiled rotten.

SFW, fluffy and cute (,:

-OT8

4k words (got carried away on hannie’s >_<)

Bang Chan:

"Mmm," you hum lowly watching a cooking video on your phone. You didn't even realize you were hungry until you got stuck scrolling on some random cooking page.

"I'm hungry now," you mumble quietly to Jisung beside you, turning your phone to show him the video. He nods before you even turn the phone, your phone screen had caught his attention earlier and he had been watching over your shoulder.

“I’ve been watching since that chicken parmigiana,” he admits and you laugh but Chan’s voice speaks up before you can reply. Neither of you had realized he has pushed one of his headphones back and heard the whole conversation.

"Here, princess. Go get something to eat," you feel the plastic hit your leg before you even realize Chan had been getting his card out of his wallet.

“Don’t go too far without telling me where you’re going,” he adds on, turning back around towards the track he had been working on.

"I'll just go to the vending machine. Do you want anything?" you ask, standing and tucking your phone into your back pocket. He turns his head towards you as you start inching towards the door.

"No, I'm okay. Thank you," he replies with a soft smile and eyes you while you turn and walk out of the room. He doesn't turn back to continue working on the track again until you are completely out of his sight.

"Oh my gosh. You are down bad," Changbin speaks up from beside Chan and Jisung bursts out laughing behind him.

"He took the nickname 'princess' literally," Jisung laughs out and Changbin agrees with vigorous nods.

“She’s got you like this,” he holds up his pinky towards Chan and he swats his hand away, a blush rising up his neck at the teasing.

Changbin pokes Chan’s neck, catching Jisung’s attention at the blush and Chan swats his hand away again, slightly embarrassed because he knows his friends are right.

"W-what did I do now?" He stutters out, looking between the two before you walk back into the room, a bag of chips in your hand.

"Thank you, Channie," you smile as you walk over to him, handing him his card back. He grabs the card from you but before you can retract your hand, he pulls it back towards him, pressing a kiss to the top of your hand and then flipping your hand and placing one to the inside of your wrist.

He never breaks eye contact and you’re in a trance when his chocolate eyes meet yours. He looks like an adoring puppy, and it seems you’re his owner.

You smile and retract your hand, pressing your own lips to the same spots that he had. He smiles at the indirect kiss and you blow a kiss at him before walking back over to your spot beside Jisung.

"He is wrapped around your finger," Jisung says after Chan replaces his headphones, causing Changbin to start laughing again and holding his pinky up towards you, like he had done to your boyfriend earlier.

Lee Know:

You and your boyfriend, Minho, arrived back at his house, ready to start your weekly movie night with him and his three other roommates. Minho had come and picked you up, like always, and that alone got the boys riled up.

"Why does he always need to go pick you up?" Felix asks when you sit next to him and you laugh and shrug.

"I don't know. He says I don't need to drive if he is perfectly capable of driving. I just chose to let it be," you smile and look over at Felix noticing chills on his arms, "You cold, Lix?" you ask and he nods. 

"He is so sweet to you," Felix replies and you let out a chuckle, nodding in agreement before you feel the couch sink on the other side of you.

"Mm I guess so,” you agree, letting a smile make its way to your face.

“Honey, can you go get Lix another blanket?" you lean over to him, stopping him from getting completely comfortable in his seat.

"Why do I have to do it?" he complains, but stands anyways and makes his way over to the spare blankets. He picks up the one he knows is Felix’s favorite, and tosses it into his lap.

"Wait! Can you also get me a glass of water?" you ask, tilting your head back on the back of the couch to look at him. He groans and turns towards the kitchen.

"Yes, princess. Anything for you, your highness," he grumbles, sarcasm dripping in his tone.

"I kind of want my snacks," Seungmin speaks up towards you, a grin on his face. You grin back at him before turning in your spot to face the direction your boyfriend had just left in.

"And Seungmin's snacks!" you yell behind him and hear him whine. You sit up and smile at Seungmin.

"That means yes," you translate his complaining.

"We know. He never says no to you. It must be nice," Jeongin speaks up from the floor in front of the couch and you laugh. You know your boyfriend is absolutely whipped for you. There is no way to ignore it.

"What is so funny?" Minho's voice sounds from behind you, his steps approaching the couch.

"Oh, nothing," you smile up at your boyfriend as he leans over and tosses Seungmin's snacks into his lap. He places your glass of water on the table in front of you.

"You're so whipped," Felix comments while Minho settles into the couch next to you. You shift your weight slightly to lean into him, his arm slinging up to the couch behind you.

"I have to be. I spoiled her too much in the beginning and now I'm stuck," he says and you slap him on his chest lightly, causing the boys to laugh before starting the movie.

Changbin:

Changbin reaches across the table and grabs the pitcher of water. He grabs your glass from in front of you while you are deep in a conversation with Hyunjin across from you.

He refills it before turning back to Han to finish their conversation. He sits the pitcher back where he got it.

"My glass is more empty than her's was," Han complains and Changbin laughs, shaking his head at his friend.

"Then you might want to refill it," he replies but before Han can give a comeback, the food comes to the table.

"Mmm. This looks so yummy," you inhale deeply above your bowl, "And smells so yummy too," you comment and start blowing on your hot meal, waiting for it to cool down.

When you lean forward, your hair almost falls into your food but Changbin notices and quickly pushes it over your shoulder before it can.

"Careful, baby," he says quietly to you and takes your hair elastic off his wrist, tying your hair into a makeshift ponytail. You smile and place a hand on your boyfriend's thigh.

"Thank you, Binnie," you smile at him and he smiles back.

"Whipped," you both hear Seungmin say it under his breath but it seemed like he wanted you to hear it.

"Shut up," Changbin points a finger at him, squinting his eyes. Seungmin puts his hands in the air in surrender and you turn back towards your still hot food.

"Here. Have a few bites while your food cools down," Changbin offers and slides his dish over to you, which you gladly accept and take a bite.

"Mm! This place is so good!" you exclaim, a hand covering your full mouth. You move it after you swallow and Changbin reaches over, swiping his thumb at the corner of your mouth.

"Messy," he teases at you and you stick your tongue out at him.

"Really? Right in front of my salad?" Seungmin speaks up again and you snap your head towards him, causing the table to erupt into laughter. Neither you or Changbin had noticed that the entire table had fallen silent while the two of you were in your own little world.

"Oh hush!" You exclaim, laughing, feeling the blush rise to your face.

Hyunjin:

“Baby, do you love me?” you ask from your spot on the floor, glancing at your boyfriend through the mirror. Hyunjin immediately turns to you and nods his head, placing his phone down on the bed beside him.

“Of course but what do you want?” he raises an eyebrow, he has grown quite keen of your little tricks.

“Can you pretty please grab my phone from the kitchen? I left it in there to charge earlier but now I want it,” you whine a little bit and Hyunjin stands, walking over to you and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"Your wish is my command," Hyunjin smiles and you roll your eyes. Your boyfriend had started this joke a while ago but as your relationship progressed, you realized it really wasn't a joke.

He really does get you whatever you desire. Most of the time he gets you what you want without you even having to ask him. If he could, he would quite literally worship the ground you walk on.

Hyunjin returns with your phone and the charger it had been plugged into a few moments later. All you asked for was your phone off the charger but he always goes above and beyond.

"It was only charged to fifty, so I brought the charger too," he replies and leans down to press a kiss to your lips. He always gets a kiss after you ask him to do a task, almost like a payment.

"Thank you, my love," you mumble as your lips meet gently. You are sat on the floor, doing your makeup and Hyunjin being the perfect and patient boyfriend that he is, is waiting nicely for you.

"Mhm. You know I can never say no to you," he confesses and presses another kiss to your lips. He walks over to the bed but instead of laying back down, he grabs his phone and makes his way back over to you. He squats down and sits behind you, placing his knees against your back and laying down on the ground.

"You can lean back if you need to, love" he says nonchalantly and pulls his phone out to keep himself entertained while you continue getting ready.

You lean back against his knees and stare at yourself from afar in the mirror. You place both hands on Hyunjin's knees, prying them apart and letting your body fall on top of his before flipping over.

"You spoil me," you whisper, inching closer to his face, he drops his phone to the ground beside him and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling your body flush against his.

"I can't help it. I always want you happy," he replies and you lean down, letting the kiss linger longer than the previous two had.

Han:

"Stop acting like a spoiled little princess," Jisung teases at your pouting face. He had dragged you to this fair and insisted you don't need to bring your bag out wallet then when you got hungry, he refused to buy you any food.

"Sungieeee..." you know you're whining but you also know it always works. Your boyfriend is extremely soft when it comes to you. He rolls his eyes at you and throws an arm over your shoulder.

"What do you want?" he sighs out and you smile, practically jumping up and down and pointing to the stand you want. He starts walking towards it when you get distracted by a game right next to the stand.

It is one of those dart games when you have to hit the balloons and the big prize is a giant stuffed dragon. You open your mouth to speak but Jisung interrupts you before a word can leave your mouth.

"You want the dragon, don't you baby?" It's a question but it comes out of his mouth more like a statement. You nod fervently, a huge grin plastered on your face. Jisung sighs and reaches into his pocket, pulling out his wallet. He hands you a twenty dollar bill and you bound over to the stand, handing it to the man.

It is $5 a round and by the beginning of your fourth round, you know you won't be able to get it. You pout a little bit when the man working the stand hands you a tiny puppy instead, mumbling out a quick "thanks" then heading to the stand you were originally going to.

"Hi! What can I get you two?" the kind man at the stands asks you and Jisung as you walk up, your eyes never leaving the menu.

"Get what you want, baby," Jisung encourages you and you half smile at your sweet boyfriend, still a bit sully that you didn’t get the dragon, before going on to list quite a few things off the menu. Jisung laughs and leans towards the man in the stand.

"And a corndog and a water bottle for me," he adds on, reaching for his wallet again and the man laughs, obviously amused by your huge appetite.

"Happy wife, happy life," he jokes and Jisung nods at him, agreeing. To which you elbow him gently as he pays the man.

"You don't want to see her when she isn't happy. You ever seen Hulk?" he jokes with him and he laughs, handing him back his change.

"It's always the cute ones you have to look at for! Your order will be out in one moment!" he exclaims and Jisung nods, turning to face you.

"Go find a seat, I need to go pee," he kisses you on the temple and you nod, going and sitting at one of the tables that was set up only a few feet away. You hop on your phone while you wait for your boyfriend to return, going through some pictures he had taken of you earlier. You feel a bit bummed out by the fact you didn’t get the dragon and the pictures all seemed bad since you weren’t in a great mood.

"Wow y/n. You are so pretty," you hear Jisung before you see him. He was using a strange voice and you turn around to be met face to face with the giant dragon from the stand earlier.

"Oh my gosh, Jisung! Did you just win this!" you exclaim, grabbing it from his hands and he laughs.

"If by win, you mean paying the guy an arm and a leg for it, then yes I did win," he chuckles and you hug the dragon to your chest, taking a step closer to Jisung. You let the dragon be the only space between the two of you as you lean in, pressing your lips to his.

"You're the best. You know that right?" you question and he nods, pulling away when your order number is called out.

"Happy wife, happy life," he yells out to you as he walks up to the stand to get your food.

Felix:

"Oh my gosh, y/n!" you hear a loud voice, not coming from your boyfriend, yell through the house. Your eyebrows drop in confusion since you were only expecting Felix to come over today.

"Innie?" You question, making your way towards the foyer. He walks towards your dining room table and plops down a few handfuls of bags.

"You have Felix wrapped right around your finger, y'know?" he questions, holding his pointer finger in the air while he plops down in your dining room chair. You let your eyes graze over every bag on the table before the subject that was just brought up makes you realize you haven’t seen Felix.

"Where is he? And when did you learn the code to my house?" you reply and sit across from Jeongin, barely able to see him over the five or six bags that he had sat down on the table.

"I didn't, Felix put it in then went to get his own bags out of the car. These,” he pauses, motioning to the bags on the table, “are all for you," he blinks at you, eyebrows raised. You laugh and look around at the bags.

Felix excels in everything he does, especially when it comes to loving you. Gift giving has become his favorite when it comes to you for some reason. He just always feels the need to make sure you have everything you could possibly need or want.

You glance at each of the bags until your eyes fall to one that had been hidden behind a Sephora bag. It was a small blue Tiffany and Co. bag and you can't resist the urge to rip it open.

"Baby?" you hear Felix's voice right before you start to take the tissue out the bag. He rounds the corner and sees you before you can reply, a smile tugging at his lips.

"Don't let me stop you! Open it," he insists and sits the bags in his own hands down by the doorway. You grin and start pulling everything out of the bag until you come across a box inside. You pop it open quickly.

Inside is the small "Please Return To Tiffany Co." heart necklace and you smile, running your finger tips over it. You had been wanting this necklace and silently pining in your phone browser over it.

"Is it the right one?" Felix asks and comes up behind you, resting his hands on your shoulders. You look up at him and hand him the necklace.

"Can you put it on me?" You ask and he immediately nods, taking the necklace from you.

"How did you even know I wanted this?" You asks, giddy in your seat at the new necklace. He clasps it behind your neck and lets his hands run down your shoulders, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head.

"You left the browser on your phone open the other day. When I got on it, it was the first thing I saw," he replies and you turn your head to connect your lips with your boyfriend's.

"I'm sick. I have to go anywhere else but here," Jeongin speaks up, you had honestly forgotten he was there and you let out a laugh as he gets up and makes his way towards your living room.

Seungmin:

"You're cute," you say quietly and walk into the room. you could see your boyfriend, Seungmin, from his spot but you didn't see his friend sitting a few feet away.

Seungmin had his eyebrows furrowed and his tongue poking out of his lips in concentration.

"Gross," you hear Jeongin mumble under his breath. You chuckle and walk in the room, laying eyes of Jeongin, and sit next to Seungmin, watching a video on his phone.

You lean over, trying to look at what he is so focused on but you can’t. You tap him on the shoulder and he takes his headphone out to hear you.

"Watcha watching?" you ask and he turns the phone towards you, but not before disconnecting his headphones. On his phone is a video review of the new Hermès Birkin bag that a Hermès representative had posted. The bag hadn’t even been officially released yet but it was so pretty. It was a big bag and it drew your attention because it looked so well made.

"Oh! Is that the bag I have been looking at?" You question and grab the phone from his hand, rewinding the two minutes he had already watched. He lets you have his phone and turns towards Jeongin, knowing that you would become completely invested in the video, probably muting out whatever else was going on in the room.

"You just let her do whatever she wants, don't you?" Jeongin jokes at his friend, who shrugs in response.

“She deserves the world,” he says, nonchalantly. This statement throws his friend off because he doesn’t often get soft around him, even when talking about you. He offers him a soft smile then glances over at you.

You had pulled your feet up onto the couch, cozying under the blanket that Seungmin had been under. Seungmin unfolds the blanket and lets it rest over you a bit more comfortably, careful not to obstruct the screen of his phone or distract you.

"What kind of bag, Y/n?" Jeongin's voice speaks up, capturing your attention. You had been completely engrossed in the review.

"Oh, it's the new Hermès Birkin. It hasn't come out yet. I don’t even know if you can preorder it yet,” you say quietly and continue watching the video.

"Yeah the preorder line was insane," Seungmin nods in agreement and Jeongin's eyes open wider, his jaw falling open.

"You bought it?" He exclaims and Seungmin nods.

"Yeah. It's almost her birthday," Seungmin shrugs and Jeongin laughs again.

"Yeah. In six months. How much even is that bag? Like 20,000?" he questions, falling back into his chair.

"It was 40,000," Seungmin laughs when Jeongin sits up abruptly. The video ends and you are aware of the conversation going on again.

"Dude, you are so down bad. She's spoiled rotten," Jeongin laughs out and you shake your head.

"No-"

"Oh shut up, Jeongin. You're just jealous," Seungmin intterupts you, "Let's just start the movie," he grumbles, now annoyed that someone found out just how much he loves to spoil you.

I.N:

Jeongin is used to being the one getting spoiled. Being the youngest in the group comes with its perks and he got used to always being the one being taken care of. Until he met you.

Whenever he is around you, he feels like he needs to be the one taking care of you, instead. He refuses to let you do practically anything. If he had it his way, he wouldn't even have you working.

"Innie, let me pay. You always pay!" You complain but he taps his phone against the card reader before you can even get your wallet out.

"What kind of a boyfriend would I be if I let you pay for anything?" he asks, signing the screen and turning towards you, "Besides you paid last time," he shrugs and walks to the end of the counter.

"Buying a 25¢ gum ball from a gum ball machine doesn't count!" you object and cross your arms over your chest. He wraps a hand around your wrist, uncrossing your arms, and pulling you into his body, making you wrap your arms around him.

"Shh. Let me keep taking care of you," he insists and you tighten your grip around his waist, letting your head fall back to look at him.

"You always spoil me. Buying me food every where and always getting me gifts," you speak quietly and Jeongin releases his grip on your wrists, bringing his fingers up to brush stray hairs from your face. You smile at the sweet gesture.

"Mhm. Princess treatment," he smiles at you and roll your eyes. He presses a kiss to your forehead and you let go of him when your name is called for your drinks.

"Speaking of gifts," Jeongin speaks up as you sit down at a table by the window. You chuckle, already knowing where he is going with this.

"What did you get me?" you grin at him. You always object when he gets you things because you get a bit of a guilty conscience. You feel like you never get the chance to spoil him back but he really doesn't mind.

Although you object, you can't help getting giddy when he mentions getting you gifts.

"I got you those shoes you have been wanting! I joined a list so they would text me when they restocked. They'll be here Thursday," he says and smiles at you over his cup of coffee.

"Innie! You're seriously the sweetest. I have a love hate relationship with your spoiling habits," you grin at him and shake your head. He laughs and reaches across the table, grabbing your hand.

"Just appreciate me, dear," he replies sarcastically, letting his thumb run across the rings in your hand, most of which he bought for you or are his, before bringing your hand up to his lips and kissing it.

"I feel like I live in a fairytale," you say quietly when he removes his lips from your hand, looking over at you

"Am I Prince Charming?" he asks, bringing his other hand up to hold yours in both of his. You let out a chuckle at his question.

"You might be more like the animal side kick," you joke and he drops your hands, trying his best to hold back a smile. You let a fake pout fall on your lips.

"I want to keep holding hands," you whine and he laughs, quickly taking your hand back in his.

"How can I be fake mad when your fake pout is so cute?" he asks and brings your hand up, giving it another kiss.