[9:56pm] You Hear The Front Door Of Your Apartment Swing Open And You Look Up From Where You Are Sitting

[9:56pm] you hear the front door of your apartment swing open and you look up from where you are sitting in the kitchen. your boyfriend, minho, slowly moves toward you. you can tell he’s exhausted from the way he’s hunched over and moving no faster than molasses coming out of a jar. dance practice must have worn him out. you giggle at his elderly posture. he glares at you. laughing even more, you open your arms out wide for him. he slings his bag to the floor and all but falls into your arms.

“was it that tiring, baby,” you ask, trying to keep the hint of worry from showing. you knew minho worked really hard. he was always trying to perfect the dances and songs. you were just scared he was overworking himself.

“it’s just been a long day,” minho mumbles into your shoulder.

“are you hungry? i can make you some dinner,” you ask, unsure of whether he ate today. you didn’t want him to starve.

“no i just want to cuddle,” minho was always clingy when you two were alone but he usually tried to play it off like you were the snuggly one. tonight he seemed too tired to care.

while still hugging you he walked the both of you over to your couch. then he let go and pushed you down so that your back was flat against the couch. without hesitating he flung himself on top of you. then he let out a satisfied sigh.

“minho, babe, you’re too heavy I can’t breathe,” you squirmed underneath him trying to get comfy.

his hold on you tightened and he whined, “no you’re too comfortable. you have to be my pillow now. sorry I don’t make the rules.”

you laughed and gently smacked him on the head, “just let me reposition us please.”

he huffed out a fine and you wiggled backward until his head was on your belly. happy with the new air getting to your lungs, you began to scratch his head.

“this is the perfect way to end a long day,” minho whispered. you agreed.

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[2:23] you grip the blue plastic on the silver shopping cart, gently pushing it down the produce aisle. your back is pressed against your boyfriend’s chest, his arms caging you in.his hands grip the bar on either side of yours. your boyfriend, seungmin, picks up the crinkled, notebook paper with a short grocery list scribbled on it and reads it quietly to himself. you pretend to be interested in the green bananas on your left.

although you cherished every moment you shared with seungmin, you could think of a million other places you would rather be, most including your couch and a nap. 

“c’mon y/n, we just have a couple more things to get and then we can leave,” seungmin tries to encourage you to finish the trip. 

you sigh out an okay and start pushing the cart again. Before you could get far though, seungmin grabs your waist and pulls you back to his chest, lips immediately starting to leave feather light kisses on your neck. He turns your body to where you’re facing him and he holds you as close as he can. the two stay like that for a while, bodies molded together. seungmin’s fingertips rub small circles into your hips, and whispers sweet encouragements into your ear. you take a couple deep breaths, before pulling away and pressing your lips against his. your hands squish his cheeks together, and you smile against him. when you let go of him his eyes are wide and he’s zoned out. you giggle at the way he acts like every kiss you give him is his first. 

you grab the cart and move forward once more, yelling behind you, “thank you baby! i love you.”

that snaps seungmin out of his daze and he darts toward you and lays his hand on the small of your waist, “anytime, babe.”

[7:04pm] you saunter into your bedroom, hair twisted into a gray cotton towel and you buried in one of your boyfriends shirts. your boyfriend, Changbin, grins at you from his place on your bed, and waves his hand, signalling that he wants you closer. you unwrap the towel on your head, hang it on the door and go to join him on the bed.

“how was your shower,” changbin runs his fingers through your damp locks and you hum.

“would’ve been better if you were there,” you respond in the greasiest tone possible and cheekily grin. this drags a laugh out of changbin and he pulls you closer.

“you have me now,” he smirks at you, obviously happy where this conversation is going. unfortunately for him, and maybe for you too, you just want to snuggle.

“it’s too late. I just want you to hold me tonight,” you murmured.

and it’s almost like changbin can read your mind because he pulls you on top on his lap, your legs caging his between them. his hands settle on the small of your back, gently moving up and down with small amounts of pressure. your arms loop around his neck and you lay you head down on his chest. he hums a melody softly in your ear, lulling you to sleep.

you lean up to whisper in his ear, “this is perfect. thank you.”

it’s silent for awhile but it’s not uncomfortable. just before you slip into a dream state changbin mumbles a response, “you’re perfect.”

you fall asleep smiling.

💞💓💓💗💖💘💕💙💚🧡❤️💝💞💜🖤💓A/N: just because I really want to sit on someone’s lap rn

[4:27] you slam your hand over your mouth, trying to prevent giggles from spilling out. key word: trying. you hold your breath and curl around yourself even more. you’re hidden away in a hall closet silently praying no one hears you from the outside. you can hear your boyfriend, woojin, walking around in your apartment.

the two of you had been playing hide and seek for at least thirty minutes and you were running out of places to hide. when you passed the coat closet by your room you didn’t hesitate to stuff yourself inside of it and silence your panting. there was one problem. you couldn’t stop laughing. you couldn’t help it you’re a very giggly person. to make matters even worse woojin kept yelling at you from the other side of the apartment.

“honey, come out come out wherever you are,” woojin’s voice echoed from down the hall.

you could hear his footsteps creeping closer to the closet and you prepared yourself. then silence. for a second you thought you were safe. oh how naïve that thought was. the closet door swings open and you screech.

woojin jumps around in circles, “I found you! I did it! I found you!”

but before he could reach you, you jump foward between his leg and the door frame. you race into your room, woojin close behind.

“what?!? that’s not fair. i already found you,” you hear him whine as you leaped onto your bed. your laughter fills the room.

woojin grabs your ankle and tugs you toward him. you flip over onto your back, smiling up at him. but then he smirked and you knew you were done for.

“no no no woojin no!” you yell but it doesn’t stop your boyfriend from attaching his fingers to your sides. you tense up and try to squirm away but you‘re unable to protect yourself from his tickles.

“who won?” woojin asks, “who won hide and seek?”

“ahh you! you won! you won okay?” you hiccup. his hands slow to a stop and move to pin your hands above your head. you pant still recovering from the attack.

“that’s what I thought,” woojin grins down at you and you glare at him. he chuckles at your pouty face and leans down to peck your nose. that puts a smile back on your face. he flops down next to you and you lay your head on his chest.

“it’s my turn to hide. count to sixty,” woojin says and you groan in response.