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[2:04 am] you try to hide your blush as doyoung takes both of your hands in his as he stared deeply in your eyes and sang,
"i saw an angel. when i first saw you, you shined like an angel from heaven."
long flight, sm station by TAEYONG ♡
[6:34pm] performing for his fans was exhausting, but he enjoyed it so much. making his fans happy made him happy. practice let out early enough for him to finally spend time with y/n. they’ve been together for over 2 whole years. his lips curved upwards immediately as he walked through the door to her apartment. even though they’ve been together for a couple of years, they both decided it was best for them not move in together. she understood he should stay with his members, and she should stay in her apartment to focus on her studies. she decided to do online classes for the fun of it. it wasn’t as stressful as others made it. hendery opened the door, immediately glancing around for y/n. she was laying on the couch, watching some cartoon. her eyes laid on his figure, her grin growing bigger as she quickly got up. they both stepped towards the other, immediately embracing each other.
“i’ve missed you so much,” he stated. his eyes glanced down at her lips. he leaned down to place a peck her lips. she grinned at him, while his lips curved upwards to a smirk. she was beaming at him, her lips crashing to his again.
Suddenly I’m soft :”)
[0533] Your legs hung over the edge of the rooftop. Pink, orange and purple streaks stained the silent sky. You released your grip on the shirt that laid in your lap. “Do you believe in love?” your soft voice broke the silence.
“Yes,” Johnny replied, matching your volume. His eyes drank up the view of you. His flannel in your lap to keep you warm, the wind running through your hair gently, and the rising sun tanning your skin with peaches and lavenders.
“Why?” you asked, facing him. Confusion was written all over your face. “All love does is leave you broken and it’s-”
“Because I love you.
{NCT} Class fellow Jaemin blows a kiss your way and for the first time you feel heat rising up your cheeks from blushing instead of anger or embarrassment.
{NCT} You're in awe when you first time see bad boy Lucas in a soft pink sweater and not in his usual, black leather jacket.
{NCT} Boyfriend Doyoung groans when you squish his cheeks again just because you can't get enough of it.
{NCT} A rosy shade of pink appears on your cheeks when you realize that best friend Sicheng had slept on your shoulder.
{NCT} Even though photographer Johnny had seen so many beautiful sights in his life, he swears he had never seen something as beautiful as you.
{NCT} Unintentionally standing beneath stranger Chenle's umbrella, you apologize after almost thirty minutes later when you feel him starting down at you.
{NCT} You quickly leave a peck on boyfriend Jungwoo's pout which he had because you didn't call him as promised. He can't help but crack out a smile after your small gesture.
You chuckle in return and lean in to leave a proper kiss this time,“you look the cutest when you get shy.”
{NCT} Just like the past two weeks, you stand alone in the small studio realizing that Jisung will no more be with you, dancing.
Even though it's been long, it's hard to forget his giggles, his smile, his scent, his 'i love yous' and kisses.
[10:48 PM]
seconds after a short text, johnny is already at your side.
you’re already sobbing when he pulls you into his arms. you close your eyes and sob even harder as he cups your face in his hands so gently that you barely feel it. you look into his soft brown eyes, unstoppable tears streaming down your flushed cheeks.
“oh dear,” he murmurs as he pulls you closer and lets your tears wet his light blue hoodie. “who hurt you?” his face is overwhelmed by concern for you and he strokes your swollen cheek with one hand.
you don’t respond but clench onto the fabric by his waist tighter as you burrow inside what seems like a perfect paradise, safe and separated from the rest of the world. you’re shaking and sobbing and everything in-between, and johnny wraps his strong arms around you quietly.
“i-i can’t do this,” you say, your voice cracking as you speak the words. you’re looking at him, into his eyes that almost seem to reflect the hurt you feel.
he listens.
you tangle your fingers with his, using all four clasped hands to wipe your tears. “i need to run away so bad.”
“i’d love to take you with me,” he breathes, “but you know i can’t.”
you would smile, but you can’t. “i know.” you know too well. you lean back into his chest as he leans his head on yours, and wrap your arms around his waist firmly - as if he’s a lifeline. “i know.”
johnny presses a kiss to your head and gently pats your back as you continue to sob, each choked cry shattering his heart even more.
[9:14 AM]
church boy!mark entwines his fingers with yours as you hold hands in prayer, silently praying you won’t feel his heart thumping through his fingers.
2.9.2020
[happy birthday johnny, i love you]
you can never forget johnny - because of his big heart, yes, but also because of all the little things he’d do.
he’d constantly show up with small gifts at your door because he remembered something random you said one time - like the time you told him that you watched a lot of dora as a kid and that boots was your favorite character, and he bought you a mini-boots plushie at the airport months later because it reminded him of you.
he’d send you videos of him kissing the camera repeatedly when he missed you, spamming your phone with “i love you so much” texts until you were giggling hysterically at his persistence in getting you to say it as many times as he was saying it.
he’d be so eager to model for your photography or art, although you knew he probably wanted to be away from the camera on days he was off. johnny claimed that you taking a picture of him was different somehow - he loved to see how you saw him.
he’d slip one hand into your hair as you kissed, careful that you wouldn’t strain your neck because he was so much taller than you, and he’d wrap the other arm around your waist.
he’d bow deeply to your parents and would help them wash the dishes after each meal - although they told him not to since he was a guest - conversing smoothly with them until all of them were laughing at his stories. the true highlight, though, was slipping your hand into his clammy one at the end of the day as he confessed how nervous he’d been in case he slipped up in front of your parents. you would giggle, tippy-toe to press a kiss to his cheek, and tell him that wouldn’t happen. your parents adored him.
he’d drum his fingers in a specific pattern whenever he thought of you; the pattern that the both of you later found out was morse code for “my love.” johnny had the faintest memory of memorizing morse code in middle school, but hadn’t realized that it was still embedded in his subconsciousness.
you had loved him all the more.
[2:45pm]
it’s a lazy afternoon - one haechan hasn’t had for years since his first debut. you and haechan sit facing each other on the floor of your parents’ art studio, the coldness of the marble somewhat muffled by the newspaper you sit on. you are painting sunflowers on each other’s hands; your sunflowers stem from the roots on the wrist of his left hand and bloom near his fingers, while his sunflowers messily graze upon the entirety of your left hand. you laugh because they kind of look like burnt scrambled eggs, and haechan laughs because your laugh is so damn cute (but also because he thinks so, too). he then playfully attempts to flirt seductively, calling you his flower with a wink, a lip bite, and that look - to which you can’t stop laughing uncontrollably, but press a messily placed kiss to his cheek because he’s just so adorable. haechan’s eyes light up as he peppers your face with kisses, making you giggle as you entangle your fingers in his damaged hair in a joking attempt to pry him away. you can’t remember the time you’d laughed this much - or felt this happy. but haechan always seems to do that to you.
the afternoon sunlight smiles upon the both of you from the large, circular window behind you. the golden light kisses haechan’s eyes into a deep shade of sweet honey, and you know you’d love to be even a scrambled-egg-looking sunflower if it meant that you would be able to look at your sun forever.
[10:47 pm]
“kiss me like you love me,” you breathe as you lean into johnny, his warm breath brushing over your lips as his hands gently take hold on your waist.
johnny’s eyes seem to kiss your eyes just as passionately as his lips kiss your lips - until your eyelids flutter shut under his insatiable dark brown gaze. his hands have made their way up your torso and are entangled in your hair, his long fingers softly holding your head as he leans down to meet his lips with yours. johnny’s mind pleads with him to savor this moment with slow, tender kisses upon your lips, but his heart races so fast that he can barely think.
johnny has been dreaming about this very moment since sophomore year of high school: the year he realized he did love his best friend. he had dreamt about this very moment every time you tucked your hair behind your ear; every time your mutual friends teased the two of you for bickering like an old married couple; every time you introduced johnny to your new boyfriend with a cute giggle and a peck johnny always wished was for himself; every time you wore his oversized light blue hoodie for heartbreak sleepovers, wrapped in his arms and crying over a movie and your breakup as he ran his hands over your hair comfortingly.
johnny has dreamt about this moment so often that he doesn’t understand how you can tell him to kiss you like he loves you - how you can be so oblivious to the fact that he’s loved you and your endearing, pink-cheeked smile for years on end.
johnny swallows back the three words clawing at his throat - begging to be let free just to be shattered into pieces - as he pulls you closer. “kiss me like you love me,” he repeats in a breath, and hopes you didn’t hear his voice cracking ever so slightly.
[11:34 pm]
long distance boyfriend!jaehyun surprises you just as valentine’s day is about to end, holding a bouquet of red roses tied together by a huge red ribbon. his lovable dimples carve into his pink cheeks as he beams up at you from the bottom of the steps of your home.
“do you want to be my valentine, beautiful?”
you freeze for a moment, not being able to believe your eyes. you quickly run down your steps, the chilly february air making you shiver as you jump into jaehyun’s warm arms. you’re in your pajamas - you hadn’t expected jaehyun to come so far to see you, especially since he had been so busy with practice recently. “i can’t believe you’re here,” you exclaim, grinning uncontrollably and pressing large kisses to his cheeks that are pink from the cold. “happy birthday, love. if i knew you’d been coming...” you trail, looking into his eyes with regret that you hadn’t really prepared anything for his birthday besides that box with the album and his favorite chocolates you had shipped to him weeks ago.
“it’s absolutely okay. i suddenly had an uncontrollable urge to see my beautiful girlfriend,” jaehyun says cheekily as you entwine your fingers with his and pull him inside your cozy home, the both of you laughing as jaehyun almost trips over the doormat. hearing his deep, rich laugh in person; kissing his lovable dimple-cheeked smile; and feeling his heart pump just as fast as yours through the interweaved segments of your fingers makes you feel like the happiest valentine in the world.
[7:35 pm]
you punch best friend!doyoung’s shoulder as he laughs, teasing you about the way your face reddens every time you talk to johnny. doyoung thinks your blush is adorable - although he would never admit it to you - and wants you to find happiness in a romantic relationship. doyoung is always complaining about how you keep dragging him out of his comfy bed on weekends because you don’t have a boyfriend to go on a date with. maybe if you got a boyfriend, you wouldn’t blow up his phone every saturday with constant texts and calls begging him to go to a new restaurant or café you discovered online.
but when you call doyoung to squeal and announce that johnny asked you out, doyoung feels a pang in his stomach he can’t quite decipher. he smiles, though, because he can practically hear you beaming from over the phone. your voice trembles with happiness and love, and doyoung laughs to congratulate you for finally scoring yourself a hot boyfriend. he tells himself it’s a win-win situation now; as much as he loves his best friend, doyoung is a homebody who wants a break on saturdays.
well, at least he’d thought so. as the weeks pass by and you start calling johnny instead of doyoung, texting johnny instead of doyoung, asking johnny to go to restaurants on saturdays instead of doyoung, doyoung finds himself missing you more and more. the two of you do meet up occasionally, text, and call, but it doesn’t feel the same anymore - especially when you get distracted by johnny texting you. although doyoung had expected this, he feels less important to you - unimportant, even.
doyoung thought he would be happy for the both of you when you started dating johnny, but as the days pass, the only thought on his mind becomes the fact that he misses you. doyoung misses you and your late night calls, your voice melting into soft, deep breaths as you fell asleep before him; he misses your constant updates about cute boys you saw at coffee shops; and he misses your habit of interlocking your fingers with his subconsciously when you were bored. he misses taking you for drives to target at midnight and cracking stupid jokes only the two of you would laugh at; he misses you always letting him borrow your oversized jacket, as he gets cold easily and you’re naturally cold-resistant; and he misses having you sleep over for movie night, lending you one of his smallest hoodies that still seems to engulf your smaller body, leaning on each other for comfort, and blurting dumb comments throughout the entire movie until one of you tells the other to shut up.
but above all, doyoung misses being the most important boy in your life - since you’re still the most important girl in his.