"It Was Almost As If The Heavens Were Conspiring Against You, Keeping You From Doing The One Thing That

"It was almost as if the heavens were conspiring against you, keeping you from doing the one thing that brought you the most joy." man i felt so bad for them here and the fact they have to hide doing all this

"but your grandfather made sure he taught you everything he knew before he passed away when you were barely fifteen" this was so cute of him to do 😭🥺 im so glad he taught them everything!!

but he had never seen the sheer amount of love and awe in anyone’s eyes as they gazed up at the skies, except for yours. Every time he went past Earth, Seonghwa was always touched by your curiosity and passion for his creations." this made me flutter so much wow i fell in love with these words the way he saw the appreciation of his beauty by them!!

"he gets worried and decides to break Celestia’s one rule: he descends upon Earth." omg the way he just broke the rule this 😭😭😭😭😭 i love him so much for that.

i felt so bad for him when he came down only to find out.. God. that hurt so badly. with him destroying the galaxies 😭😭😩

“Can you… can you make me a mortal the next time her soul walks on Earth?” STOPPPPP!!!

"celebrating the first meeting of its creator and the light for whom he gave up for his immortality." i died reading this omg this was everything i literally fell off my couch 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 you deserve so much kisses for this, writer!!

Looking For Star, Looking For Love

pairing: celestial deity!Seonghwa x fem!Reader // idol!Seonghwa x fem!reader

genre: reincarnation!au. angst. a sprinkle of fluff. meet cute-ish?

wc: 2.6k+

warnings: major character death. angst. some fluff. I think there's more fluff than I think there is but oof— mentions of MC's mom screaming (not at her). I wrote this in the middle of the night... It's literally 2 a.m. rn... So there might be typos/mistakes jsksksks ;~;

summary: what happens when a celestial deity falls for you!

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a/n: um... I did a little something for Seonghwa's birthday. I hope you enjoy! Happy Hwa Day, everyone!

As always thank you everyone who reads, leaves a comment, reblogs, likes, and sends in asks! You're always welcome to tell me what you liked, what you didn't, your thoughts about the fic, or simply just tell me your reaction! Much love!

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The sun lights up the sky during the daytime, blessing everything it touches with warmth and light. But as night falls and the sun graces the other side of the planet with its light, one can truly see how dark the universe is. Far, far above the Earth’s atmosphere, space fades into an inky pitch-black, only punctuated by the feeble glimmers of distant stars and galaxies.

But tonight, the stars have been replaced by dark, stormy clouds, replaced by nothing but the small droplets of rain that fall down towards the ground, reflecting the dull light from the lamps nestled between the trees lining the roads. A horse carriage clatters to the seafront as the guard making his nightly rounds blows his whistle in the distance.

Inside a manor overlooking the sea, a woman’s unceasing tirade raises to its usual pitch of anger. Your mother shouts at the cooks as she did whenever a ball is imminent. Considering this ball is for your sister’s engagement, you sort of understand her worries. But at the same time, your skin prickles at her shrill voice, and you feel a wave of sympathy for whoever it is she has turned her ire upon. 

When angry, your mother is a force to be reckoned with that even your father doesn’t wish to cross. You shut the library doors behind you, breathing a sigh of relief when your mother’s voice falls to a mere murmur. Bless your father for ensuring that the library would be somewhat soundproof when the manor was being built.

You walk over to the table, flipping open your journal, which contains sketches of the positions of stars, the moon, and the different planets at various times of the year. When you reach a blank sheet, you can’t help but frown. You were looking forward to sketching the stars tonight, for your father had seen shooting stars blazing through the skies last night. You were surprised when he talked about it at breakfast earlier today, for according to your calculations, the yearly showers weren’t supposed to start until next week. Yet, the prospect of seeing the shooting stars was exciting, and you had planned your weekly escape from the manor meticulously. All of your plans turned to dust the moment it started raining. It was almost as if the heavens were conspiring against you, keeping you from doing the one thing that brought you the most joy.

Another sigh leaves you, and you gently put the journal away at the back of a shelf stocked with books on painting, books you knew no one in your family would touch. The cleaners weren’t allowed to take out the books from their shelves anyways, so no one would discover your little secret. You may not have received a formal education, but your grandfather made sure he taught you everything he knew before he passed away when you were barely fifteen. He had done so despite your parents being against it, and even now, they frowned upon your fascination with the stars. So you hid it well, playing the role of an obedient daughter, even if to stay out of trouble.

Later that night, after everyone in the manor has gone to sleep, you are awoken by an unpleasant dream. Bleary-eyed, you blink at the familiar sight of your room. The realisation that you’re safe and in your room eases the adrenaline in your veins somewhat, and it is at that moment you register the moonlight filters in through your windows. A confused hum leaves your lips. You remember falling asleep to the sound of raindrops and thunder, so it does strike you as a little weird that the storm passed so soon.

You pull back the blankets covering you and pad over to the french windows that open to the terrace. A gust of cold breeze hits you as you step outside, and you shiver, wrapping your robe around yourself tighter. It’s not much help, though, considering that the material is quite flimsy anyways. But the sight of the clear sky makes a smile pull at your lips as you gaze up in wonder.

From the corner of your eye, you see what you had been praying to lay your eyes upon ever since you heard your father’s words. There, in the sky, quick streaks of light erupt in the vast inkiness of the night, disappearing just as quickly as they appear. Quick as you can, you turn back to run to your room and grab the telescope your grandfather had gifted to you on your fourteenth birthday. You quickly set it up on its stand and angle yourself to look through the lens.

You can’t help but marvel at the beauty of the shooting stars as they blaze across the night sky, falling prey to the Earth’s gravity and dying in a burst of light as they burn in the Earth’s atmosphere. As you watch the shooting stars, you can’t help but remember something you had read in one of the books in the library.

Nothing is immortal. Everything you see in the universe is bound to vanish one day and will be replaced by nothing.

What you don’t know, however, is that high above you, past the atmosphere of the Earth, someone is watching you gaze at the shooting stars with a huge grin on his face. In fact, he deliberately made the meteor shower appear sooner than it should have, just to see the amazement in your eyes.

Having lived for billions of years, creating beautiful celestial phenomena, breathing life and light into the vast expanse of nothingness, Seonghwa had been sure no one appreciated his creations more than himself. Sure, many of the life forms on different planets loved to study his creations, but he had never seen the sheer amount of love and awe in anyone’s eyes as they gazed up at the skies, except for yours. Every time he went past Earth, Seonghwa was always touched by your curiosity and passion for his creations. 

Every week, as you sneaked out of your manor to the cliff a few ways away from your town to study the skies, Seonghwa would find himself watching you. He gazed at you in adoration while you studied the stars and planets, taking notes and drawing sketches of what you saw. Slowly, he found himself creating new celestial objects closer to the Earth so that he could see your eyes light up like the stars he had created as you admired his creations.

“Seonghwa.”

A stern voice causes a shiver down his spine. Schooling his expression, he turns towards the source of the voice. Sure enough, he sees the last person—or in this case, the only primordial deity he feared—he wanted to see. Celestia stands in front of him, hands on her hips as she looks at him with a disappointed expression.

“You cannot let your obsession for a mortal make you forget your duties,” she reprimands him.

“What are you talking about? I didn’t forget any of my duties, Celestia,” Seonghwa tries to placate her anger. He goes through his mental checklist, wondering if he has indeed forgotten something, but he cannot remember anything important enough that would make Celestia this angry.

“You were supposed to create a nebula in a whole other supercluster today,” she reprimanded him. “You have been slacking off on your duties ever since you discovered that little human. Don’t let your attraction for her cloud your judgement.”

For several moments, Seonghwa keeps quiet. His lips move as though trying to speak, though no sound emerges as he tries to come up with an excuse. Sighing when he realises he cannot talk himself out of this, he murmurs out an apology and teleports himself to where he is supposed to be.

Next week, he is unable to see you for your weekly night escapade because he has duties to attend to. So he swallows his disappointment and works on a couple of galaxies that had been colliding for millennia and were in the last phase of the merge. The week after that, when he passes by Earth and doesn’t see you, it strikes him as odd, but he doesn’t think much of it since he remembers that your sister is to be married soon. But when weeks pass, and he doesn’t see you, he gets worried and decides to break Celestia’s one rule: he descends upon Earth.

He emerges out of the tree line, dressed in something similar to what the humans of the town wear. He wastes no time, walking straight to your parents’ manor. But before he arrives at the wrought iron gates, he runs into someone. Apologising profusely, he helps them to pick up the letters that had fallen to the ground.

“You don’t seem to be from here,” the person says. “I’ve never seen you before.”

“Oh, yes,” Seonghwa smiles, handing them the letters. “I’m here to visit the youngest granddaughter of Mr Y/L/N.”

He watches as the person’s expression darkens quickly. The silence lasts for a while as the man searches Seonghwa’s expression for something. When he doesn’t find what he’s looking for, he shakes his head sorrowfully.

“You don’t know?”

“Know what?” Seonghwa frowns. Something akin to dread settles in his stomach as the male continues to observe him.

“She’s gone,” the stranger's voice is brimming with anguish. “A few weeks ago, she went to the cliff with her telescope. We don’t exactly know what happened, but in the wee hours, a couple of fishermen heard her scream. By the time the townsfolk reached, there was no sign of her and her telescope was found broken over the cliffs.”

In the billions of years Seonghwa has lived, the aeons he has seen his creations fade into nothingness, he has never felt sorrow hit him the way it does at the man’s words. He turns back the way he came, teleporting himself back into space the moment he’s sure no one can see him.

By the time Celestia reaches him, he is inconsolable. Seonghwa has destroyed so many galaxies, tearing through them in his grief as if they’re the reason for his anguish. He screams and screams and screams into the void, cheeks streaked with tears as he becomes little more than a vessel of grief.

Celestia doesn’t know how to help him, watching helplessly as she sees Seonghwa’s brightness fade. For the first time, she remembers that even though he is usually the one breathing light into the fabric of space, he’s also the one who creates massive black holes that swallow everything, even light.

Watching him like this, Celestia can’t even bring it upon herself to reprimand him for breaking her only rule: to not show themselves to mortals. She knows he blames himself for what happened. He might have been there to save you if he had not been supervising the collision.

For a long time, she watches him break until weakness and exhaustion take root, and he slumps, nothing but a whimpering mess.

“Can you… can you make me a mortal the next time her soul walks on Earth?”

His voice is hoarse from screaming and crying, and for a moment, Celestia doesn’t register what he has said. It is only when he repeats himself that she understands what he is asking of her, and she gazes at him in horror.

“You are willing to give up your immortality for a human?”

“Why should I roam the infinite expanse of the universe, creating all these beautiful celestial phenomena, when my own light rests in that one soul?” He asks eyes rimmed with redness that reminds her of the fires that blaze in the stars he creates. “I wasn’t able to protect her this time, but I want to be there to protect her and love her the next time she walks on Earth. Please, Celestia, this is the only thing I ask of you. You are capable enough of creating someone else to take over my duties. Please.”

Present Day

Seonghwa strikes off the name of yet another place in his journal. The pen scratches against the paper so harshly that it rips off part of the page, cursing a frustrated noise to leave his lips. The sound of the tearing of paper is loud, causing Hongjoong and Yunho to look up from where they sit on the couch of Seonghwa’s hotel room.

They watch in concern as the eldest male puts on a cap and mask and grabs his coat from the back of a chair.

“I’m going for a walk. Don’t wait up for me,” is the only thing he says before making his way out of the door.

As he walks through the streets, he thinks of how the world looks less optimistic in the dark. Or maybe, it’s all in his head. There’s a void in his chest that doesn’t seem to fill no matter what he does. It is much like a black hole, drawing all his happiness and light into the void and turning it into longing.

Longing for what? He has no idea.

The smell of rain lingers in the air, it had been raining until an hour ago, and the chill still lingers. He feels the wind nip at his exposed skin as he stares, eyes glassy and unfocused, at the sky. Once, the night sky was a constant source of comfort to him, the stars a beacon of love and magnificence. But as time passed, watching the skies made him feel even hollower. He was thankful for his packed schedule, for it allowed him to not stop to even glance at the sky due to how busy he was.

Light from the corner of his eyes catches his attention. It comes from your phone that you just put on the bench you’re seated on. He watches, fascinated, as you push yourself backwards to rest against the back of the bench to look up at the sky. There’s a fluffy jacket covering you, making you appear small, dwarfed either by the size of the furry coat or maybe it’s because he knows the sheer size of the universe above the two of you. Like this, bathed in the dim light of the moon, you look ethereal, and he can’t help but smile beneath his mask.

Without realising it, he finds himself walking up to where you’re seated. He’s drawn to you like a moth to a flame, your light calling out to him much like a siren’s song.

“May I join you?” The words fall from his lips gently, as though he is scared to startle you. It is nighttime, and he’s nothing more than a stranger to you.

But to his utmost surprise, you smile at him brightly. “Are you here to watch the yearly meteor shower too?”

Seonghwa can only nod. He fears if he says something, you’ll not let him stay.

“You made the right choice,” you grin at him, patting the bench for him to sit down on. “This is the best place to watch the meteor shower, unlike what others think. I’m so excited because it is earlier this year. The only time that happened was 200 years ago.”

“Really?” He asks as he settles next to you, fondly listening to what you have to say about the shooting stars, looking at you as if it is you who holds all the secrets of the cosmos in your palms.

Above you, shooting stars streak across the skies, brighter than they have been since 200 years ago, celebrating the first meeting of their creator and the light for whom he gave up his immortality.

Beomgyu is so adorable help 💗 and his shirt tho 😂✨🥰

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YEONJUN; boyfriend! Healing

summary; you've been neglecting yourself, crippled by insecurities which causes you to distance yourself a little from your boyfriend yeonjun. but for how long?

BEOMGYU;

❥déjà rêvé (m)

↳ When your best friend marries her stuffy, stuck-up, long-time boyfriend, you swallow your feelings and put your reservations aside to support her…

…and when your erotic imagination takes hold of you one night in relation to him, you’re thankful for the fact that your friend is able to laugh it off.

Unfortunately, you’re not able to let it go as easily.

kim doyoung x fem!reader — enemies to lovers, friends with benefits, gratuitous sexual content, porn with plot [17.7k wc] cws: open relationship, alcohol consumption, social smoking. sexual content: bdsm-heavy!! dominant doyoung, submissive reader, unprotected penetrative sex (v+a), oral sex (m+f), gratuitous dirty talk/degradation/humiliation, cum play/facials/wet&messy, deep throating, safe word usage, ravishment play, infidelity play, spit play, doyoung has a big dick and fucks like a pornstar.

Seven years.

 Watching as your best friend now sat in glee as hired hair and makeup help dart around her to make sure that every strand, every eyelash be perfectly in place for her big day, you realize that now, after so long, it’s difficult to even really recall the first few times that she started bringing him around. You remember the first night she mentioned him — a careful slide of a photo of him into the group chat, followed by the usual ’he looks better in person’ commentary — although hilariously unnecessary given that the man stunning even back then.

You did, however, wish that his looks had translated more into his personality.

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SAFE

pairing; lee know x reader

warnings; fluff, cute bf minho, teasing, jokes, reader feeling tired and drained, use of jagi, going in nature, flowers, words of affirmations, kissing, very cute minho!!

word count; 1-2k

summary; you haven't been feeling the best these days, feeling drained as each day comes. but your cute boyfriend minho has something planned for you, hoping it'll help bring some ease.

a/n: something for myself and i hope for those who also have been feeling this way❣

Drained. You've been feeling this way for quite some time, not knowing why. The busy days at work, interacting with a bunch of people, making reports and handling all sorts of deadlines at once just makes you want to internally scream.

When was the last time you've had no interruptions? You probably don't even remember.

But you do know that once you reach to the comfort of your home, it stops. Seeing your beautiful boyfriend minho just brings you so much inner peace. It may even sound weird but whenever you struggle to sleep in the night time, you shift your focus fully on Minho's sleeping face.

How peaceful and adorable can one look just sleeping away? You've always thought angels only existed in heaven but how lucky are you to have one besides you.

Yes, only an angel could look this beautiful.

He isn't even aware how you thank those from above for delivering his sweet ass to you. A person who brings ease by just watching his face, being in his presence feels like a big warm hug, removing all kinds of negativity away.

You plant a kiss above his head, just before you fall asleep.

The routine begins once again. Getting up in the mornings are always the worst. Minho leaves earlier than you since his schedule is a lot different to yours. Though some days like today, you had wished to feel his lingering warmth right beside you for extra few minutes.

You gain the strength to finally get up and do your routinely quick shower, which has also felt like a chore. Once your done and you've put on your fresh clothes, you make your way down to the kitchen to have a quick little breakfast before you leave for work.

Just as you make your way to grab the milk from the fridge, a sticker note is placed above. You brows furrowed ahead before you read.

Wanna know a fun fact?

Octopuses have three hearts

And they still couldn't love you as much as I do ;)

If only Minho was here to see how hard you was smiling right now. Til this day, you're not used to him professing his love in various ways, almost immediately making you flustered. It's almost in sync when he does these things, particularly on the days you feel drained.

You love his silly little jokes and sometimes you question how he even comes across certain things but hey, it made you smile.

Like always.

You really needed to hear this today. Words of affirmations are so important to you and your boyfriend almost never fails to deliver. He really knows the key to your heart.

Oh Lee Minho, I fucking love you

Surprisingly your day wasn't as bad. It helps even more to know you have the weekend coming up, finally some break. But really thanks to your boyfriend's sweet words that instantly changed your mood for the day. Feeling a lot more loose.

You arrived at home as usual but was surprised to see Minho present. During the time at work, Minho cleaned up the place and made it look a lot more presentable. You appreciate his kind gesture as you were just about to approach him.

"Hey jagi, you're back."

Minho embraced you with his both arms, a warm feel arises as inhaled in this comfort. His fresh soft scented body wash still lingering over him, a scent that brings you to comfort.

"I missed you," You respond back. ever since the morning and even the past few days, you've missed having Minho around you for longer. But due to his work, he's been waking up a lot more earlier often leaving you alone.

"I missed you too, jagi." Minho replies, his hands squeezing you tighter. A part of him feels guilty that he hasn't been around much but he will change that very soon.

The hug felt like it just got rid of all your worries and distress of all them days you've had. If there is one place someone had asked you where you'd stay, the answer would be in Minho's arms.

Minho pulls aways first, causing you to frown but immediately plants a kiss to your head.

"Go get ready, we're going out today." Immediately you eyes open, surprised at his words.

"Where are we going?" You asked, part of you actually feels like a kid as the excitement grows. Minho watches your eyes for your reaction, just as he expected. They lit up almost in quickness, something he had missed seeing before.

"Somewhere, now go" He quickly brushes off. Only to make you get even curious.

"But-"

"Go. Now" He demanded.

"But where-"

"Jagiiii don't be stubborn please, just get ready. Pleaseeee" He begs sweetly, gently pushing you towards the door because he knows your ass won't stop questioning, which makes you giggle hearing how cute he sounds already.

"Okaaaay fine!" As you laughed to yourself getting inside the room.

You've been questioning Minho for the past 30 minutes and yet he still isn't giving up to tell you where you're both going. You look outside the car before opening up the window all the way down, letting the cool breeze hit your face.

How long has it been since you've just closed your eyes and felt some fresh breeze?

You almost forgot how calming it makes one feel. You breathe in and out, all thoughts of the days slowly becoming smaller and smaller until they are left to cease in your mind.

The feeling of nothing. No sadness, no anger, no frustrations, no worries, no stress, no nothing.

Just you being present, having the love of the life right beside you and some really cool breeze hitting your face.

This is what you've missed having.

You don't even realise that you've finally reached your destination, having your eyes still closed until Minho calls out.

"Jagi," He admires how peaceful you already look, his hand moves through the hair on your face, "We've arrived."

The sensation of his hands wake you up, not realising you almost fell asleep. You slowly opened your eyes and watched ahead. You have no idea what this place even is and before you even ask more, Minho already opens your door with his hand reaching for yours.

You don't remember when was the last time you've even visited nature. Nature was always a place you'd end up in whenever you needed a breather. Though these past few days, you couldn't even get yourself anywhere.

Normally you'd raise a comment on how much longer you'd need to walk. In places like these, it feels never ending.

You allow yourself to just feel. Let the wind fall through your skin, your hair as it flies away softly, let the birds sing to you and let the trees embrace you. Hand in hand with Minho, who seems rather ecstatic at the beautiful trees ahead as you both walk.

It feels peaceful.

As you both keep walking, there's fields of beautiful flowers that have blossomed, filling their love all throughout the way. Pink. It's such a pretty colour isn't it?

And before you could even say that, Minho beats you to it.

"Wow, I've never seen this many pretty flowers in my life." He says in amaze and you agreed, "Me too, they're beautiful."

Minho immediately engulfs you in a hug, like he's trying to protect you from something. "Jagi I think we need to hide you away from them," Which made you feel a bit confused to why.

They're only flowers. So harmless you thought.

"But why babe?" You questioned.

"Right well, you see how pretty they are right?" He explains as he goes on, "And how much space they've taken up?" Which you nod to trying to understand what he's coming at. "I fear them being within your presence they may end up taking away my beautiful flower, too."

Your heart melted. Stop. No. How much more cuteness can you take from this man?

"Minhoooo," you whined out, smiling like crazy, "Why are you cute and also are you actually jealous of a bunch of flowers-" you almost laughed.

"How could I not be! They also recognise beauty to, don't they?" He pouts cutely, and your heart is fluttering so much right this moment. You can't believe you've found someone who's this adorable.

"Exactly, so in that case," You grab on to his hand and move away from the flowers. "I'd have to protect my flower too." In which Minho immediately blushed with a cute smile creeping in. God, he is so cute when he gets shy too.

You both venture off until you finally stop to the end. The hills. You didn't realise you both had climbed all the way up here, which to be honest was worth it. You walk hand in hand, mouth dropping at the amazement of how beautiful this hill is.

It feels like your on top of the world right now. Seeing everything from above and below. The gorgeous fields that are formed within this place, the different type of flowers, the greenery. The people, the lights as you watch the city running in fast speed. Perhaps, you may have been on speed to. Not having a chance to actually slow down and just breathe.

Reminding you of the times you would often walk off to nature. Something you've actually missed doing. It brought you so much peace and only today you've realised how badly you needed to see this.

You don't realise when Minho has actually sat down, leaving you to fully embrace this lovely view on your own. He knows how badly you needed this and to be alone for some time.

Which you appreciate so much. You notice he isn't beside you and you make your way towards him, sitting down on the benches present.

You both listen and immerse yourself in the silence. Well not so much until the birds begin to hum, sending a lovely melodic sound to your ears. You don't know how long its been to just stay still. Quiet. No sounds of people nagging you, no one expecting you to do anything, just you two alone, in this world.

Allowing yourself to feel the earth for once.

"I'm proud of you."

Is all you heard as you break out of a trance. You look next to you as Minho watches you with intently with a soft look, his hands brushing above yours.

"I'm proud of you for existing today." The words seemingly hit your heart and before you could speak, he stops you. "I'm proud of you for waking up each day despite being tired of life. For taking a shower, for eating your food even on the days you don't feel too. For going in to a hell called work. For dealing with a bunch of humans that drain your energy and on top of the workload. For faking your smiles in order to show you're fine when really your crumbling inside. For gaining the strength to perform for people and society when all you want to do is hide. He utters, causing you to breathe slowly as you take in all of his words.

You smiled, with teary eyes, "Thank you so much Minho." You feel loss at words. No one in your life has ever seen you this closely to notice such things about yourself. No one. Not even your past lovers did.

But Minho? Oh, he's special.

Now you realise how Minho started doing more things at home, not allowing you to do anything. This goes to making food for the two of you, to cleaning up the place and washing up. Even those times where he would sneak into your showers, which you had thought was for other reasons. But no, you was wrong. Because each time he came in, he smothered your scalp with shampoo with his gentle finger tips, slowly massaging away the worries of the days. He picked up the soap and let his hands work through your body, all whilst he gave you kisses. It felt so comforting and you couldn't even think of anything else. It made it easier for you not to feel exhausted when you have him beside you.

And you never even thought of that, until today. Now.

Minho has always noticed. And he's always shown that through his actions.

Immediately you wrap your arms around him as you continue to sob, "I'm sorry I didn't even realise those things-" which he shuts you off right away.

"Listen jagi, you shouldn't need to apologise at all. It's my job and responsibility to care for you. I don't do these things out of pity, no. I do it because I love you, so much that I just want to make life easier for you." He breathes, "We can't control how we feel but what I can do is make things feel easier even if its little. And honestly this is so effortless for me because I love you. I want to care and do things for you." He emphasises.

You cry even more, letting your tears flow below him at his words. To be loved this way was always what you dreamed. You had thought these things only exist in movies, which only was proven wrong when you first came across Minho.

Minho removes your arms and faces you directly, brushing off the tears with his fingers gently, "Shush. It's okay. You're safe now. With me." He smiles, planting a kiss right above your lip.

You chuckled and leaned into the small kiss, placing your mouth on to his. His lips felt ever so soft.

You both leaned back to the bench, cuddled up just before Minho asks you something. "Jagi?"

"Hm?"

"I know you always love admiring my face, even right now haha. But am I that handsome that you watch me sleep too?" He teased watching how completely flushed out you looked when the shock runs through your body.

"Minho what the fuck-"

He did not just say that. Wait, how does he know you watch him?

"No no jagi it's completely fine. I'm just so handsome to look at, so I can't blame you," He smirked making you feel even more flustered. Great, cats out the bag now.

"This is so embarrassing" You screamed, trying to hide yourself away from him. How weird does that sound that someone watches you sleep? But you don't do it weirdly, it's just become an habit over the past few days. It just instantly makes you feel better and yeah.

You huffed as you got up trying to escape until Minho grabs on to your waist and pulls you down to his lap, "Why are you running away?" He looks further into your eyes. Even though you've been together for time, his eyes still feel so intense, reading through every thought in your mind.

"Hmm? Shy now?" He continued to tease you further, only for you to hit your palm against his chest. "You're unbelievable." You sighed out as you chuckled. "You know what, they shouldn't have dropped you down yet." You thought back to your whole theory on Minho, your boyfriend being a whole angel from heaven who accidentally fell.

Minho only looks at you confusingly before he laughs, planting another kiss on your cheek, "Who?"

You giggled to yourself, "Nothing." And kissed him on his cute nose, watching his puzzled adorable face.

"But jagiyaaaaaaaa."

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