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‘‘ When a night that is beautiful like you falls in this sleepy world (I close my eyes) and quietly dream of you. ’’ — good night: exo
( sugar content? ✰ : personal fav / M : mature / ⚘ : fluff / ♧ : angst )
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└ ✒️ byun baek-hyun / baekhyun
The Way Back Home [ ⚘ · drabble ]
"If I were a sleepy sea otter and you were also a sleepy sea otter, would you hold my hand so that we won't float away from each other?"
G-Docs Chatroom [ ⚘ · drabble ]
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└ ✒️ park chan-yeol / chanyeol
An Unexpected Help [ ⚘ · drabble ]
Chanyeol races against time as he attempts to tie his necktie for the millionth time for a job interview that would start in a few minutes. He’s trying his best not to break down in the middle of the busy street, then comes you, a stranger, offering a hand to tie his neck tie.
└ ✒️ do kyung-soo / d.o
Unintentional [ ✰ · M · oneshot ]
Your first impression of your neighbor didn't end well for you, but it was the opposite for him. After eavesdropping his conversation about you next door and him singing a song of romantic interest for you—lyrics filled with undressing you off in your Versace dress, you gain the same pining for him and end up following every lyrics of his song.
9:25 PM [ ✰ · ⚘ · timestamp ]
"Sleep well." I love you.
└ ✒️ kim jong-in / kai
11:10 PM [ ✰ · ⚘ · timestamp ]
"Now—do I have permission to clean your makeup off?"
© aqupistau. all rights reserved.
genre & trope: suggestive, fluff, and established relationship
word count: 0.46k (edited)
a/n: nini, pls come back home :<
now playing: no make up - exo
. ִָ ˑ ⊹ ( 11:10 PM ) — it has finally come to this moment. shared permissions of revealing hidden truths to one another, carefully undressed clothes clattered all over from the door to the bed—the only source of light emanating from the soft dews of the full moon. the bed sheets are cold from the touch, contrasting the warm temperature of your skin and his. jongin straddles you from above, his eyes that always looked mysterious now fathomable to read, an evident look of his affections as he adorns you head to toe. he brushes your hair with regard, not really minding if it falls the right or wrong way, the pure devotion of his sending chills down your spine and it brings you back to your first impression of him, the once shy and charismatic mask now faltered all because of you.
you notice the transferred lipstick stains on his face and clean the smudged lipstick off him with a chuckle. “you bought an easily smudged lipstick for me for a reason, you sneaky bastard.”
jongin laughs, now also cleaning the lipstick marks around your lips but keeps the kiss marks he left all over your face. “i know you only wear transfer-proof makeup, especially lipstick, and i've always wanted to clean your makeup off.”
“why?”
“it's one of those joys i have when i undress you myself.” you're left speechless. how can he say something so easily? it doesn't come off as flirty flattery. it rolls out of his tongue like it's the most natural thing to say; his own thoughts and words align perfectly when it speaks about you.
“you say the most absurd compliments for me so naturally.” you smile, helplessly wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing him in a gentle and fervent kiss. every friction and graze of your sensitive lips on his just leaves him wanting more, to the point of his willingness to drown deeper than he was already into you.
jongin tilts his head to siege the space, stopping any air from coming into the kiss, heightening the unmistakable urge between you to go further. you pull out from the kiss to catch your breath, and you both gasp for air, your hand resting on his chest that pronouncedly rests and rises.
you cup his cheek and chuckle, admiring and caressing every part of his face, cleaning the remaining smudged lipstick around his lips. jongin leans into your touch, burrowing his face in the natural shape of your hand, eyes fluttering close from ease. then he looks into your eyes, kisses the palm of your hand and capturing this moment of how you look under the moonlight. the only shadow that hides your bareness is his body on top of you.
“now—do I have permission to clean your makeup off?”
“absolutely.”
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