Boyfriend Things Up Close Love

𓏸𓂃boyfriend things╰𓏸 up close love

◞✧𓏯 ⸝⸝⸝ in that yearning state 💌 for my fellow nct, bts, svt enthusiasts ⊹◞✿

♡knocks on your car window, waving subtly for you to roll it down so he can get one more kiss

♡unloading the dishwasher and wiping down all the countertops before you’re home from work

♡knowing you’re upset and drawing back the covers to join you beneath them without a word. will hold you for as long as you need, and he’s come to realize that the way your crying heightens means you’re thankful… relieved

♡takes your hand between the two of his while you wait outside the restaurant for your reservation. you take it upon yourself to place your lonely hand in his pocket. a chilly night

♡sends pictures of all the food in the grocery cart on mornings you can’t join him, wanting to make sure he chose the right brands bc they taste different. he’s done it enough times to know, but double checks anyway

♡comes over to give you that sweatshirt of his you love before leaving: enough time will pass for the seasons to change, but you chase him to the front door, craving his up close love for as long as you can have it

♡writes your favorite lyrics in his handwriting for your new tattoo

♡you sleep with your hair in braids, and he always finishes the last one when you’re falling asleep. he finds it adorable: the way you hold out the hair tie with your head bobbing up, down and all around, trying to stay awake

♡the way he taps your knee as a silent question for you to stand up and then guiding you onto his lap. doesn’t matter who’s around. your friends. your mother. the person beside you on the subway. and you always coax his hands around your waist as if he wouldn’t find them there on his own

you know what’s sexy and cool? reblogging

Excuses Excuses

C.(S). Joshua x Reader | WC. 356 | G. Fluff|

11:38 P.M.

He was late, and you? Were annoyed. How late you may ask? Late enough for you to change out of your party dress and into pajamas, and fuzzy socks, complete your skincare and get through more than half a cheesy chic-flick on TV. 

As you mindlessly watch the movie, you hear the door lock click open and seconds later a flustered Joshua walks in. Slipping off his shoes he carefully approaches you, fully aware of how delayed his arrival was. He begins to say something, but you cut him off. 

“I don’t want to hear any excuses, babe. I’m tired from today.”  “But…”. He tries again yet you hold up a hand to silence him and begin to get up from your seat.   “I think we sho- “, you’re cut off because Joshua quickly back-hugs’ you and softly starts to sway side to side. “What in the world?” 

“Dance with me.” He twirls you around to face him and moves around the living room like it’s a ballroom, music playing softly from the soundtrack of the cheesy movie flick.

Humming along to the tune of the movie, you remain together, in each other’s arms, softly swaying side to side. You lean your head against his chest, your senses heightened by the scent of his cologne and the faint beating of his heart. The song eventually dies down leaving only the sound of dialogue in the distant background.

“I’m sorry for being late, I got so caught up with my schedule,” he whispers, pressing a soft kiss on top of your head.

You hum in acknowledgement, knowing full well that you were never truly angry just a little disappointed. You also knew that he wouldn’t make generic excuses because he too had been looking forward to your date night.

“I’ll let you off this time…” you mumble into his chest. Moving your head back, you look up into his eyes. “You owe me date night tax and two consolation dates.”

His apologetic expression changes into a loving smile. Pressing another kiss, this time to the tip of your nose he agrees with an “Of course my love”.

What to do when you've crossed a line?

C.(S). Jeonghan x Reader | WC. 821 | G. Angst| Pt. 1/? |

Part 2 | Part 3

You were used to your best friend’s antics. His “cheating”, the pranks and general everyday shenanigans but also the kind-hearted soul and caring nature he hid behind every antic. You didn’t know where along the way your feelings matured into a storm of butterflies whenever he came in sight. You could kid yourself into thinking that everyone cared that much about their friends, best friends even, and the feelings would pass. How many months does an average crush last? At least 37 months, right? You were simply guessing and definitely not keeping track of how many times he caused you to stay awake thinking of a fantasy future. 

Having feelings for your best friend was one thing, holding yourself back from giving the side eye to every person who flirted with him was another feat. How often had these moments been replayed, hot person flirts with Jeonghan, he entertains them, and you remain in the corner, out of sight, silently seething but ultimately unable to do anything. 

If he asked you to fly him to the moon, you would do so without question. Hide a dead body? All you needed to do was grab a shovel, but be a bridge to him and whoever he wanted to go home with that night. You could take a rain check. 

You got out of it often given how many of your mutual friends were present at the events and parties you all attended but it seemed that your luck ran out. Tonight, most of your friends either ditched the party early or had skipped out completely, leaving you to find a plausible excuse as to why you, in love with your best friend, could not talk him up to someone so said best friend could go home with them whilst you were left behind wondering what it would be like if you two went home together instead.

You became standoffish, faked fatigued, and pretended to be tipsy but he saw through your antics, confused with your behaviour until he resorted to tugging your arm repeatedly, pestering you to go over and rizz him up to some good-looking person who had been eyeing him all night.

Why did he need a wing person anyway? It's not like he had any trouble talking to people given his charm, mischievous aura and drop-dead gorgeous looks, he attracted people left and right, like a thirst-ridden nomad to an oasis. 

His persistence, on a normal day, would have eventually broken you down until you might have just walked up to whoever he needed you to, but something snapped inside you the longer you stared, wondering if you would be at the end of his affection. His eagerness shattered your short-lived fantasy but also wrecked your mood, unable to withstand being in that space, you pulled your arm out of his grasp and stormed out of the party. 

You didn’t stop to look back, walking out of the party room, out the building and towards your apartment, a mere five-minute walk. The chilly autumn weather would have caused you to mentally nitpick to have worn something thicker but your anger fuelled the passion to speed walk to the only safe space you could think of. 

Jeonghan had come after you, yet his hollers of your name fell on deaf ears as you were determined to block out all the external noise and finish your trek back home.

Catching up to you, he grabbed your upper arm, both fumbling you in your step and spinning you around right into his chest. 

“Y/N what the hell is the problem?” 

You avoid his eyes, cross your arms and look anywhere except directly at him.

“Are you going to stand there pouting or tell me what's wrong? Why did you storm out?” He waits for an answer, a fruitless endeavour against your current ego.

The sigh that leaves his mouth signals his own frustration at your lack of cooperation. He begins again hoping you answer at least one of his questions.

“Was it the tugging? I’m sorry if it bothered you too much…” Silence... “Are you drunk? Are you feeling sick?” 

His questions increased, asking you about the day, the party and even whether you liked the vibe of who he was trying to go home with to understand what the issue was, and that got on your last nerve

“I’M IN LOVE YOU DAMN IT!”

It's like a weight on your heart had been lifted but his expression only brought on a much heavier boulder on your heart and a knot in your throat. If you stayed here any longer you would begin crying and that was the last damn thing you needed tonight.

“Forget it, you don’t even care…”

You shake off his grip for the second time that night and storm off to your apartment with more urgency than before because now you’ve officially crossed the line in your friendship.

how i feel rn with how many fics i have going and that are probably gonna be unfinished x_x

How to show emotions

Part VI

How to show insecurity

not holding/breaking eye contact

fidgeting

crossing their arms

trying to cover up their body

making themself seem smaller

playing with their hands

hiding their hands in their pockets

holding their head down

blushing

clearing their throat

biting their nails

biting their lips

nervous laughter

stuttering

How to show being offended

stiffening up

hard line around the lips

frozen stare

narrowing of the eyes

turning their head to the side

quickening heartbeat

turning red

making themself bigger, ready to fight

How to show compassion

gentle and soft smile

relaxed facial features

softening of their eyes

openly showing how they feel

leaning towards the other one

nodding along, not directly interjecting, but encouraging

deep breaths inbetween

gentle touches to comfort

How to show being pleased

big smile/grinning

laying head slightly to the side

moving one shoulder up

pursing their lips while smiling

very open body language

leaning back

Part I + Part II + Part III + Part IV + Part V

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Small acts of love from skz

Chan, who sneaks into your bathroom while you're taking a shower just to trace hearts onto the steam-covered mirror.

Minho, who hides love letters in random areas of the house while he's away, so when you open your vanity at 6 o'clock in the morning, you’ll remember just how beautiful you are.

Changbin, who gets sloshed at a boys’ night out and does nothing but gush about you until the guys want to pull their hair out.

Hyunjin, who creates a portrait of you in your rawest form, the strokes of the paint reflecting the very essence of your soul, every edge and curve perfectly represented on the canvas.

Han, who hides messages in every song he produces, from simple I love you's to metaphors you both came up with during your late-night conversations.

Felix, who will actually wither away if he doesn't fold an origami heart out of every gum wrapper he receives and give it to you.

Seungmin, who bought you a bouquet once for your one-year anniversary and now refuses to let them die, buying you a new bouquet as soon as the other ones show any signs of wilting.

Jeongin, who just happens to know all the books you want to read and coincidentally has a notated version of all of them (totally not because he stalked your Goodreads profile and spent half his paycheck at Books-A-Million, annotating reading them every night before he goes to bed).

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Stay tuned to read the drabble version of all of these ;)