Look At Me

look at me

pairing: jeonghan x gn!reader genre: fluff, some angst(?), college!au warning(s): none word count: 1.2k

summary: you’ve been noticing that jeonghan never fails to maintain eye contact with everyone he converses with. everyone but you, that is.

In your past year of interacting with and being around a certain Yoon Jeonghan from Mass Communications, you’ve noticed that he loves eye contact.

He maintains intense eye contact in every conversation, one that would definitely render you speechless had you been the receiver of his undivided attention.

Which is why this whole… thing has increasingly become evidence of Yoon Jeonghan’s possible dislike towards you.

From what you’ve noticed, Jeonghan holds eye contact with everyone he’s speaking with, but not you.

You’ve tried asking his best friend, Jisoo, if he’d experienced something similar and whether it was normal, to which he’d just let out an awkward laugh and told you to “Go ask him yourself”, much to your dismay.

But then again, you’re probably overthinking. Right?

“What are you thinking about?”

As if on cue, Wonwoo shows up at just the right time to ground you before you start spiraling down a rabbit hole of self-doubt.

“You know what I’m thinking about,” you sigh, sending Wonwoo a tight-lipped smile.

“Jeonghan again, huh?” Wonwoo chuckles, eyes trailing after the man of the hour from across the bar, having the time of his life with his two best friends in tow. Beside you, Soonyoung nearly spits out his drink at whatever had just come out of Wonwoo’s mouth.

“Yoon Jeonghan? y/n, you like—”

“Soonie, no!” you lightly hit Soonyoung on his forearm, and he dramatically winces in pain like you’d just delivered a killing blow to his arm, “I just… think he doesn’t like me.”

“What? Why? He’s—”

“It’s stupid,” you cut Soonyoung off before he can complete his sentence. Soonyoung simply stares at you, and you sigh.

“Well, um, you know how he always maintains eye contact with whoever he’s speaking?” Soonyoung raises an inquisitive eyebrow, but nods anyway, prompting you to continue, “I’ve been realising recently that he just doesn’t seem to want to look at me every time we talk.”

An eerie silence engulfs the three of you, and you can almost hear the gears turning in Soonyoung’s head, making you all the more insecure.

“Let me get this straight,” Soonyoung speaks up after what feels like a long while, holding back laughter, “You think that loverboy over there doesn’t like you because he refuses to make eye contact with you?”

“I told you it was stupid!” you groan, resting your head on your hands, “Wonwoo, help me here!”

“Well, it is pretty stupid,” Wonwoo shrugs, patting your back in an attempt to comfort you.

“He doesn’t hate you, y/n,” Soonyoung pipes up, practically exploding from where he’s seated. “It’s quite the opposite, really-”

“What’s quite the opposite?” you remove your head from your hands to be greeted with the sight of Seungcheol coming up to stand in front of the three of you, Jeonghan and Jisoo in tow.

“Hyung! My man,” Soonyoung raises his voice in excitement, and you wince a little at the sheer volume as they both greet each other with a hug.

As usual, Jeonghan’s eyes are trained on anything but you, and you can’t help but notice that he’s being a little more fidgety than usual, bouncing on the balls of his feet and playing with his fingers all while Seungcheol and Soonyoung are quite literally acting like nobody else is around them watching their interaction.

“Anyway, we’re here because Jeonghan… has something to say to y/n,” Seungcheol turns to us and explains with a teasing lilt in his voice, and Jeonghan’s cheeks darken ever so slightly under the dim lighting of the club.

“He does? That’s literally such a coincidence, we were just talk—”

“Let’s go, Soonyoung, I just saw Jihoon over there,” Wonwoo cups a hand over Soonyoung’s mouth before he can complete his sentence, practically dragging him away from the conversation.

Seungcheol and Jisoo, too, bid their awkward goodbyes, each lightly punching Jeonghan on his shoulder before leaving the two of you behind. Alone.

For awhile, the two of you simply stand there in silence, and you can only hope and pray for the ground to swallow you whole.

“Um—”

“I have nothing to say to you.” Jeonghan cuts you off as you speak, and your eyes widen a little at his cold tone.

“Oh, I—” you shrink into yourself, willing yourself to stay calm.

“No! Wait, I meant—” Jeonghan leans forward, taking a deep breath, “Seungcheol and Jisoo put me up for this for no reason.”

“So it’s a joke?” you scoff, raising an incredulous eyebrow at Jeonghan as the embers of rage grow inside of you.

“No! I—” Jeonghan’s eyes widen, immediately shaking his head to refute before you cut him off.

“Do you hate me, Jeonghan?”

“What? No, I- I don’t hate you, y/n,” Jeonghan runs a hand through his hair, frustrated, “Why would you think that?”

“I don’t know, you refuse to look at me every time we talk, and now you’re- you’re doing this and making me confused and- I don’t know what to think, Jeonghan.” you bite back, growing more and more annoyed by the second

“Look, I-” Jeonghan pauses, seemingly trying to gather the right words, “I don’t hate you, y/n. I could never.”

You open your mouth to reply, but Jeonghan holds a hand up, continuing, “I’m just— I usually know what to do, okay? Usually, it’d be the other way around, and you’d be the one as flustered as I am right now, but you’re- you’re different. I’ve… had a crush on you ever since we met through Wonwoo and I just… couldn’t hold a conversation with you long enough without chickening out and just ended up trying as much as possible not to interact with or look at you so I don’t make a fool of myself and I guess… you saw it as me hating you and no, that’s not true, it’s far from it even, I—”

Jeonghan is cut off as you lean forward to press the tiniest of kisses on his lips to shut him up, and his eyes widen in response.

“I like you too, Jeonghan,” you flash him the softest of smiles, and he just looks right back at you blankly, still trying to process what had just happened, much to your endearment.

“You… do?” you nod. “But… I was so horrible to you.”

“You didn’t mean it, did you?” you reply, and Jeonghan shakes his head immediately. “I didn’t, but—”

“Well, then, you could make up for it by taking me on a date,” you cut him off, surprising both him and yourself at your boldness. Jeonghan flashes the cutest shade of red, before nodding determinedly.

“We should get back to the boys,” wrapping your arms around Jeonghan, you start leading him towards where the boys have gathered from across the club, filled with newfound hope for your blossoming relationship with Jeonghan, “They haven’t stopped looking at us since they left.”

BONUS:

“And then he told me to— Hannie, why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?” Jeonghan simply chuckles from beside you as you pause your rambling, furrowing your brows at him.

“You’re staring. What happened to refusing to look at me, hm?” you lean towards him, taunting.

“Well, that made you think I hated you, so I’ve gotta ramp up the eye contact to make sure you know how much I love you, babe.” Jeonghan leans forward too, resting his forehead on yours.

“You’re so cheesy,” you lightly punch his chest, giggling.

“Only for you, babe.”

a/n: hi i’m back! i hope this was okay, i struggled with jeonghan’s characterisation but i thought a flustered him would be cute ><

taglist: @xomingyu @pepperonidk @belladaises @tastymintchocolate @dahliatopia @kwantaro @chanceonceli

masterlist

say palestine.

say palestinians.

enough of this "israel - hamas" and "israel - gaza" bullshit.

it's palestinians who are being murdered. it's palestinians who are cut off food, water, electricity and telecoms. it's palestinians that are being treated like lesser humans in front of the whole world. the media has the fucking nerve to try and erase their identity.

say palestine.

it's a whole people's struggle for liberation. say their name.

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

Hi! I was just wondering, could you write a oneshot of reader feeling really tired/kinda depressed, like too tired to get up of the bed to get a drink, too tired to even talk and skz just helping them through it and taking care of them? It could be 9th member or just the groupd friend. It's ok if you don't want to or don't feel comfortable with it. Thank you! Lots of love!

slump

stray kids x best friend!reader

genre: angst, fluff

content warnings: mental exhaustion

word count: 1.3k

summary: your best friends notice you've been acting different recently, and help you through your mental rut.

Thank you so much for requesting! I hope you enjoy this one. And if anyone is ever feeling this way, you can always message me, or reach out for help :)

Asks are shut, but if you want to be added to my taglist, let me know! And reblog and like if you enjoyed! <3

MAIN MASTERLIST

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"Love, can you open the door?" Changbin's soft voice called out quietly, yet you made no effort to move. You knew he could just as easily open your door and walk in, but he was waiting to see if you had the energy to do it yourself.

"I'll take that as a no," and he walked away from the door, probably back into the kitchen to inform the boys that their latest attempt didn't work.

It wasn't that you didn't want to see them. It was more that your social battery was drained. Not even a good night's sleep was helping you gain energy because, well, although you weren't having sleepless nights, there was still a lot of things weighing on your mind that was stopping you from wanting to do anything.

Buzz.

Oh. They were spamming the group chat again.

kangaroo🖤: remember to have something to eat!

bokkie🐲: pls eat smthn sweaty 💞

prince🖌️: lixie you did not jst call her sweaty that isn't gnna help 😭

mongmong🎤: ignore them sweetie just pls eat smthn if you have the energy yh?

cheese toastie🦊: our minnie is so sweet

quokka boy🥊: careful or he will chnge his mind 👀

kitty boy😼: i'm cooking u dinner rn

dwaekki💪: pls come out and see us love :(

And so the guilt set in once more. You could tell they were doing their best but for the past couple of days you didn't want to do anything at all. And whilst they had asked you, you shut them down every time and waved them off.

The next day, you were due to go into work, something your best friends were well aware of as they had checked your shared calender to see if there was anything upcoming that was overwhelming you.

When you rang into work to call in for a sick day, that was the first time the boys heard your voice in like 48 hours. Croaky. Dry. Exhausted.

Which is what prompted your next visit.

"Hey, Y/Nnie, I've brought you some water. You don't have to talk to us if you don't want to... but, yeah," Felix brought in a bottle filled with ice water and you could tell he didn't know what exactly to do in the situation without you responding to him.

You couldn't help but feel the gratitude within you after he awkwardly smiled at you, and so, you spoke up from your nest in bed.

"Thank you, Lixie."

Within a flash he turned around and grinned warmly at you, excited at just this simple interaction, because him and the boys had been worried sick the past few days. They knew everyone had their moments, but they had never seen you like this before.

After he left, you sipped at your water and continued to mindlessly scroll through your social media feed on your phone. There was still a numbness there. You recognised videos that would normally make you laugh yet no emotion filled you.

And that's what made you feel weirder.

You thought about other times people went into some sort of slump and they'd normally be sad, upset for some reason. But no, not you.

You felt emotionless. The loneliness wasn't what sucked you in yet it was like a part of your brain felt like it had shut off. And that lasted for the next few hours until the members caught you out of bed looking for something in the cupboard to eat.

"Oh, Y/N!" Han jumped back with a hand on his heart, yet you carried on in your sluggish efforts to make something to eat.

"You're out of bed?" Jeongin was shocked until he winced from the small slap on the back of his head from Changbin.

"Don't eat that, it's not good for you, here, heat this up," Lee Know took away the instant noodles from your grasp and instead pulled out a container with a portion of dinner he had made last night. He seemed to be taking control yet he wanted to see you do something for yourself. He hoped it was motivating and that the simplest thing of heating up your own food would lead you towards an upward trajectory of going back to your usual self.

You slowly padded across the kitchen to the microwave and shoved the food in, a gentle hand tapping you on the shoulder as you shut the machine's door.

"Let's talk, Y/N," Chan guided you to the sofa in the lounge connected to the kitchen, the rest of your friends following through. There was no choice in the matter, yet the eldest remained calm which reassured you slightly.

"We've been worried about you," Hyunjin spoke for everyone when he said that.

"Sorry," you whisper, picking at the threads of your baggy jumper sleeve.

"No, don't apologise. We just want to know what's going on in that head of yours," Seungmin leans forward as he speaks quietly.

You simply shrug.

"Y/Nnie?" Chan further prompted.

"I don't know," you shrugged again, not even knowing how to explain what was going on.

"You don't know?" Felix looked around at the other members, confused.

Just then, the microwave dinged, and you stood up to go and get your food, but Lee Know's hands on your shoulders stopped you.

"Don't worry about that now. Just talk to us, anything," his thumbs rubbed soothing circles before he moved away.

"I-I don't know what you want me to say," you brought your legs up to your chest.

"We know you had work today," Changbin mentioned.

"It's ok, I called in sick," you mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

"Do you have a temperature?" Han frowned, feeling your forehead but that answered his question.

"I just didn't feel like it... but not in like a lazy way but I just couldn't... mentally do it?" your answer came out as a rushed question, not even sure yourself but it made sense to the rest of the boys.

"Ah, sweetie, you should have said," Hyunjin pouted, feeling bad that you were struggling.

"Not that easy though, is it?" you looked up and saw Chan crouched down in front of you.

"It's not, we know that, but we want you to always know that you've got us to fall back on, no matter what, ok?" he grabbed your hands as he said this, squeezing them so that you knew he was physically there.

"Y/Nnie... you know you don't have to always have energy, right? It's ok to have your down days," Han said seriously, which even caused Chan to look at him surprisingly as he moved away from in front of you.

"I feel like..." you began, but trailed off shaking your head.

"Tell us, talk to us love," Changbin insisted.

"I feel like I have to keep telling myself I can do it, but I know I'm lying to myself, I guess?" you sighed, leaning further back into the sofa.

"You can do it, we all know you can," Jeongin encouraged you sweetly.

"But if you can't right now, that's also fine," Seungmin added on.

And there was no need for you to verbally respond, because these safety oozing from them was wrapping you in a nice comfy blanket.

Oh, and Felix was also wrapping you in a blanket, that could have been why you felt the sudden warmth.

"Right, now you can eat," Lee Know nodded, satisfied with how the conversation had played out.

"Me too, hyung!" Han and Hyunjin both dashed after Lee Know, begging him for food too, and with that you smiled.

"There you are," Changbin titled your head up as you smiled, his face mirroring yours.

"If all it took was for Han and Hyunjin to be whiny and complain, we could have had this conversation a lot sooner," Seungmin rolled his eyes fondly, thinking of the two 00 liners who were bickering earlier that day.

"Don't ruin the moment Seungmin," Chan tutted jokingly.

But it didn't ruin the moment. Seeing them act normally around you again after they had cleared up what was going on made you feel better.

You felt, once again.

tagged: @skz-streamer @kiraisastay @hannahhbahng @backintomykpopphaseagain @sakufilms @hanjiquokkaaa @arloo00 @dunno-wut-to-do @splat00z

heartbeat

bang chan x gn!reader

genre: fluff, established relationship

warnings: none honestly. unless you count “ass” as a swear word 😂

word count: 2.5K

A/N: anon who asked for a rainy day fic~ this one’s for youuu~ i hope i did it justice 🥺 it’s not proofread btw, so i apologise for the typos and errors. i’ll fix them later!

‘can you feel it?’ chris asked in a small whisper as he pressed your hand against the left side of his chest, his eyes not leaving you for even a second, a soft smile adorning his face. you would’ve completely missed his little question over the loud pattering of the rain hitting the bedroom window had you not been perched up on his thighs, your legs on either side of his hips.

furrowing your brows, you tilted your head a little in confusion. ‘feel what?’

‘my heartbeat.’

you couldn’t help but break out in a small giggle at his childish grin. ‘do you think i’m superman? how am i meant to feel your heartbeat through this thick-ass hoodie?’ you asked as you pinched the thick fleece fabric clinging to his body, shaking it a little.

‘interesting way to ask me to take off my clothes,’ he quipped with an amused smirk, his brows quirked up teasingly. ‘i’ll give you 10 points for originality.’

you rolled eyes as small giggles of mock exasperation fell from your lips. ‘always want an excuse to take off your shirt, huh?’ you brought your right hand up from his chest to flick at his forehead with a teasing smile.

‘ow,’ he let out softly, a small furrow forming right where you had flicked him. he pressed his lips into a thin line and squeezed your waist, making you giggle.

‘i just meant to say that i can’t feel your heartbeat. i’m not sure anyone can through this thick material.’

chris bit back the urge to make a stupid joke about how the thick material was actually “boyfriend material”, the corners of his lips pulling upward into a smile, tugging his dimples to deepen at the same time. ‘i mean, that’s true but that’s not why you can’t feel my heartbeat.’

‘oh?’

he gave you an exaggerated nod, taking your right hand from where it rested on his shoulder to press against his heart once more, his hand resting on top of yours. ‘you can’t feel it because my heart is extremely calm. every time you place your hand on my heart, all my stress disappears. all i feel is peace,’ he whispered with a cheeky smile on his face, obviously proud of the logic he’d come up with.

‘you are so cheesy,’ you responded with a laugh, pushing at his chest lightly.

‘you love it.’

‘you sure about that?’

‘you love me?’

‘obviously.’

‘then you love my cheesiness,’ he shrugged with a bright smile, and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

‘okay fair point,’ you acknowledged, gazing softly at the man a mere inches away from you. for a moment neither of you spoke, only the sound of the softening rain and the whirring of the air conditioning remaining to fill the silence. taking a slow breath, you removed your hand from under his and brought it up to gently brush over his hair, while his own moved to rest right on the curve of your hip, mindlessly drawing circles with his thumb.

you smiled, brushing a few strands of his hair away from his forehead before moving your hand to gently press against the area where his jaw met his neck. eyes scanning over his features, you couldn’t help the words that tumbled out of your mouth as your gaze returned to his eyes.

‘you are so beautiful.’

the words were a mere whisper, so soft that you hadn’t even realised you’d uttered them until you heard chris let out an surprised laugh.

‘all of a sudden?’ he exclaimed between little giggles, feeling his ears heat up as he fought the urge to rub at them like he usually did, not wanting to let go of your waist.

‘no? not sudden at all,’ you protested. ‘i always think you look beautiful,’ you said with conviction as your thumb swiped over the soft skin of his reddening cheek. chris responded to your compliment with little giggles as he leaned into your touch and you continued. ‘i mean look at you. your face, your smile, your hair…’

‘my hair is so messy though,’ he cut in almost immediately, a small pout forming on his lips.

‘and? it’s still pretty,’ you tugged gently at the little curls on his nape. ‘besides, i like it when it’s messy. i can mess with it without feeling bad.’

chris hummed and nodded. ‘so you only like it because it’s pre-messed up and you can play with it guilt-free, huh? okay. so not because you think it looks nice,’ he faked being offended and looked away.

‘noooo,’ you dragged on in a high pitched voice. ‘it’s also pretty. very pretty,’ you emphasised as you turned his face to look at you, not missing the playful smile he was trying to hide. ‘but the highlight is me being able to play with your pretty curls.’

‘and yet you never let me play with your hair.’

‘well yeah! i don’t want you messing up my hair.’

‘but you can mess up mine?’

‘want me to stop?’

at your question chris let out a breathy chuckle and shook his head. ‘keep going. i like it when you play with my hair.’

you smiled in satisfaction and brought your hand to the top of his head, gently pulling on the curly locks before caressing them back into place. chris smiled softly and moved his head a little forward, little breathy giggles leaving his lips as you kept moving his hair around with feather-light touches, being careful to not mess it up too much after having spent a few hours earlier in the day to help him style his curls.

having gotten tired of playing with his hair after a while, you moved your hands to lock behind his neck. chris instinctively moved his head back to rest against your locked fingers, your thumbs gently pressing into the sides of his neck.

‘you really are so so beautiful,’ you said as you gazed into his eyes, a lovestruck expression on your face. your words prompted the man in your hold to blush, his grip tightening around your waist in a silent request for you to stop—though you did not listen. ‘such a beautiful man.’

‘stop it,’ he spoke up this time, shaking you a little by the waist, making you giggle.

‘why? is it a crime to tell you you’re beautiful? because you are. just look at you!’

‘y/n…’ he whined as he closed his eyes, trying to control the urge to hide his face.

‘those pretty eyes…’ you trailed on as you pressed a kiss on each of his closed eyelids.

‘cute, blushy cheeks.’

kiss.

‘pretty nose.’

kiss.

‘pretty smile…’ you whispered as you leaned a little closer to press a kiss against his sealed lips, but decided against it at the last second, pulling back with a teasing smile as you noticed how he’d released his lips in anticipation for a proper kiss. ‘they’re all so so beautiful.’

he cracked his eyes open slowly, a small look of disappointment flashing across his burning features when he realised that your kisses had stopped. licking his lips, he tilted his head a little in your hold, eyes shyly darting away the more you stared at him. he wanted to say something, but he wasn’t sure what he could say, his mind empty aside from the increased thumping of his heart ringing in his ears.

noticing the way he avoided your eyes, you smiled mischievously, wanting to tease him further. ‘and don’t get me started on the rest of your body. gosh—’ you got cut off before you could continue by a loud squeal followed by a string of giggles.

‘no let’s stop right here.’

‘no why? you work so hard at the gym. someone should compliment you,’ you quipped as you watched him bite down on his lips, his chest vibrating with silent, embarrassed giggles as his ears seemed to grow even darker.

chris screwed his eyes shut, face scrunching a little in an attempt to control his embarrassment and avoid your teasing gaze. he would have moved his face away by now—attempting to hide it somehow—had your locked fingers not been holding him in place. you let out a little laugh at his expression, relishing in the effect you had on him before nudging him slightly with your arms.

‘hey.’

‘hm?’ he responded, eyes still closed.

you unlaced your fingers, bringing one hand to rest on his shoulder while the other moved to rest against his cheek, thumb brushing over the expanse of his reddened skin.

‘open your eyes,’ you said softly and he shook his head. ‘please?’

your request came out so sweetly, he couldn’t help but oblige, though his bottom lip remained in the confines of his upper teeth in an attempt to prevent his smile from getting too wide. you smiled and leaned forward, pressing your forehead against his. the room was completely silent, though the rain hadn’t stopped at all. but in that moment, neither of you could hear anything besides each other’s soft breaths, and the slight thrumming of your own hearts.

‘chris?’ you called out in a hushed voice, not wanting to disrupt the comfortable silence.

‘hm?’

‘i love you.’

chris smiled a little, hands moving to caress the sides of your waist. ‘i love you too, sweetheart,’ he replied, and the two of you went quiet once more.

after a beat, you spoke up once more. ‘chris?’

‘yes, love?’

‘i feel really drowsy.’

‘you wanna sleep?’ you pulled away and looked at him, shaking your head, to which he responded with a small chuckle at your droopy eyes. ‘baby you look like you’re already half asleep.’

‘you know why?’ you asked, a cheeky smile falling on your lips despite your heavy eyelids.

‘why?’

‘you placing my hand on your heart takes away all of my stress too. and i get so relaxed that my body decides that it wants to sleep.’

chris let out a breathy laugh. ‘now who’s being cheesy?’

‘it’s your fault. you’ve infected me,’ you whined, moving your arms down to his torso to hug him, placing your face in the crook of his neck. chris giggled, his hand finally having left your waist as he brought them up to close around your frame. he took a deep breath as you snuggled into his neck, your actions bringing another bout of silence as he quietly rubbed your back.

‘y/n,’ he spoke up after a few minutes and you hummed in response. ‘baby, come on. you’re clearly very sleepy. lie down and go to sleep,’ he said as he tried to move you off of him, though your grip around his body simply tightened as you shook your head.

‘i don’t want to. wanna hug you.’

chris laughed at your little tantrum. ‘i can hug you while you’re lying down too, baby.’

‘hmm but it’s not the same,’ you retorted, following your protest by a plethora of small kisses in the crook of his neck, making him giggle.

chris held your body a little tighter as he slid down a little further on the bed, reclining his body back a little more for your comfort and his own. his consideration however, was not welcome as you let out a little whine, sitting up on his torso with a childish frown on your face.

‘why’d you move?’

he giggled at your sleepy expression, bringing a hand up to caress your cheek. ‘baby you need proper sleep. come on, lie down. i’ll still hug you.’

feeling a little too tired to protest, you closed your drooping eyes with a small nod and got off his body, his hands guiding you to lie down next to him. chris angled his body slightly, sliding his arm under your head as you circled yours around his torso, resting your head on top of his chest.

‘see? isn’t this better?’ he asked as he moved his free arm to circle around your frame, squeezing you a little as if to prove a point.

you pouted at his question and lifted your head. ‘kiss.’ he let out a chuckle at your half open eyes and puckered up lips before obliging, pressing a quick kiss against your lips. you whined when he pulled away. ‘another.’

he smiled and pressed another kiss on your lips, this time letting it linger for a little longer before pulling away.

‘another,’ you mumbled, eyes fluttering shut before shooting open as you felt him tickle your sides, small squeaks and giggles falling from your lips as you pushed him away.

‘stop looking for excuses to not sleep,’ he laughed along with you, pulling you close once more as your laughter died down. without another word, you lied down on his chest again.

a whole second passed before you lifted your head again, puckering your lips once more, prompting the man lying beside you to roll his eyes with smile.

‘last kiss, y/n,’ he said sternly, though there was a hint of amusement seeping through his tone. ‘you need to sleep. you can barely keep your eyes open.’

you nodded quickly and he shook his head before bringing his hand to your jaw, leaning closer to press a soft kiss on your lips. he let his lips linger for a moment before pressing another chaste kiss. but even then, when he tried to lie back on his pillow, you moved closer and chased his lips a little. he couldn’t help but find you utterly adorable. smiling a little, he placed yet another kiss on your lips—tilting his head to deepen it a little—breaking the kiss for a moment to take a breath—and then moving in to press another few.

he pulled away when you did, shaking his head a little at your satisfied expression. lying back on the bed, he pulled you close to have you rest on his chest, circling an arm around you to hold you in place.

‘chris?’ you mumbled a little and the man responded with a few chuckles.

‘don’t tell me you want more kisses,’ he said in an amused voice, marvelling at the thought that you’d still ask him to kiss you once more. though if he was being completely honest with himself, he would be more than willing to comply with your request.

‘no,’ you mumbled softly, voice a little muffled from having your cheek pressed against his chest. ‘i just wanted to tell you something.’

‘what?’

‘i can hear your heartbeat. it sounds beautiful.’

his eyes widened for a second, a small blush appearing on his face before he smiled brightly. ‘i love you, sweetheart,’ he whispered, not having anything else to say that could properly encapsulate all the emotions you’d made him feel with just a few words. you were so kind and sweet. and you always made him feel loved and cared for.

and he loved you for it. he really, truly did.

‘i love… you too,’ you said in a hushed murmur, eyes finally fluttering shut as you slipped into dreamland, missing the way your love squeezed you even closer, pressing a lingering kiss to the top of your head.

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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.