#IMM A DAY LATE I FORGOT TO ANSWER THIS

[pillowspace]

it appears I've found undertale art this time /silly

GRIPS YOU AND DRAGS YOU BACK 4 YEARS AHEAD INTO MY BLOG

[sweetestcaptainhughes]

i love having you home - Cole Caufield

Word Count - 2.9k

Author's Note - Thank you as always for reading and being patient with me as I get back into writing on a semi more regular basis.

Warnings - smut with very little plot, mentions of masturbation, male receiving.

Summary - Cole comes home from a very long and disappointing roadie, and he finds his girlfriend asleep on the coach. He decides to wake her up, to tell her that he's home, but what happens when in her groggy sleepy state she admits something she normally never would.

Slowly Cole made his way out of his car and up the driveway to his house. It had been a rough roadie, and it was hitting him hard because he felt like he was leaving everything out on the ice and yet his team was not winning despite his best efforts. Cole knew he couldn’t do everything, that they were a team, but somehow despite being a young team, he was finding himself annoyed with himself, asking himself what more he could do so that they could start winning again. But all of his thoughts were pushed behind him as he stepped into his house, he left his hockey duffle and shoes by the door, he could see a soft light glowing from the kitchen. Y/N he thought to himself, he found himself smiling for the first time that day at the thought of her being awake. 

Cole walked further into the home, he sighed deeply when he realized she must have kept the light on. Even though he knows she does this on purpose because she hates coming home to a dark house, and she never wants Cole to either despite it not bothering him.Somehow when he first saw the soft glow of the kitchen light he forgot this fact, and suddenly was slightly pouting that Y/N was in fact asleep. As he passes the family room on the way to the staircase that leads to upstairs and his bedroom he stops abruptly. Cole notices a lump on the couch and it makes him feel something warm in his chest at the idea of her falling asleep on the couch while waiting for him. Originally his plane was supposed to land at 11 at night, but something was wrong with the plane so they had to switch planes and he didn’t land in Montreal until closer to 3 AM. Cole slowly turned his body to come to the family room as quiet as possible, he debated with himself if he should just carry her to bed rather than wake her up. But ultimately he missed Y/N too much not to at least attempt to wake her despite knowing that was sort of selfish of him. 

He squatted down and rested his weight on the balls of his feet, as rested his arm on the coach for support, the other going to pet her hair. “Baby imm home.” he softly spoke as his hand made it down to her bicep shaking her attempting to wake her up. “baby.” He spoke a little louder this time as he softly shook her again, he stopped when he watched the crinkle of her nose knowing she was at least not completely asleep anymore. She attempted to pull the blanket up and snuggle back into the coach further, and Cole couldn’t help but chuckle, his girl was probably the one person he knew who loved sleep more than anyone else he knew. “Sweet girl.” he spoke again, and his grin turned into a smile as she snapped her head towards his voice. “Do ya not wanna come to bed wit- me?” he asked. 

“Cole?” she asked except due to the sleep in her voice, it came out more as coley rather than cole. 

“Im home baby.” he answered her as she finally opened her eyes. “I’m sorry it’s so late but I needed to hear your voice so I woke you. “ he admits looking down suddenly being shy, and Y/N smiled at him, as she reached for him in a bone crushing hug pulling him from the floor and onto the coach. 

“Missed ya-.” she mumbled into his neck as she's practically laying on top of him. Cole finds himself closing his eyes, getting lost in the smell of her conditioner that he hasn’t smelt in a week. Before Cole could respond that he missed her too, Y/N continued talking,“Especially when you dropped that thirst trap on your story.” she mumbled it still in that state of half asleep and half awake. 

All Cole could do is smirk as he tried to crank his neck to look down to her. “Oh yeah.” The cockiness was clear in his voice. All Y/N could do was nod her head along, as he dragged his hands up and down her back, teasingly at the hem of the bottom of her shirt, Y/N lightly moaned as one hand slipped on the shirt and the other slipped down to her ass and kneaded it. Continuing to edge her on he teased her with his words “You missed me eh?” 

“Hmm.” she mumbled, as she bit her lip softly as she felt Cole’s hands on her. “My fingers just aren't the same, Coley.” she admitted. It was obvious in her confession, that she didn’t realize what she had said as she tried to snuggle deeper into Cole’s side fully content with Cole’s soft touches loaring her back to sleep.But suddenly any tiredness that Cole had felt had vanished as all his mind could think of was Y/N being so horny while he was away that she had to rub one out. Not to mention that she only got horny because of a photoshoot he had to do for a brand deal over a month ago.While Y/N was practically back to sleep, all Cole could focus on was the image of Y/N moaning for him while she looked at a fucking picture from an Instagram post.

He was able to shift them so he was on top of them as he kissed her exposed neck, finally she was waking up fully at his words, his voice much deeper than before. “Oh yeah baby, you missed my cock.” 

Y/N snapped her eyes open as Cole continued his attack on her neck, spending extra time on that one sensitive spot below her jaw, even nipping at it with his teeth gently. Y/N’s hands found Cole’s dark blonde curls, not sure if tugging on them was more to keep herself grounded or to hear those pretty little grunts that Cole makes. She tried saying his name but couldn’t finish as he started to kiss in the valley of her breasts as much as he could despite the button up silk pajama shirt. She arched her back, as Cole sucked on a sensitive spot on the top of her breast. Y/N found herself begging as she clutched her legs around Cole bringing him closer trying to get some relief.  

“Ccole.” she gasped, hoping he would take pity on her. He slowly unbuttoned her silk pajama shirt, but still left it on. Cole took his tongue, looking up at her through his lashes as he dragged his tongue over her chest and under her boob, finally stopping by lightly sucking her left nipple. He took his hand and played with the other one, Y/N couldn’t make eye-contact and tried to throw her head back but Cole stopped as she did. Immediately she snapped her head back, eyes wide as she stared at Cole above her, his silver chain lightly dangling in front of her face. “Babe, please,” she whined, trying to show him how much she needed him. 

Cole moved back further resting on his feet between her legs. He took his hand, lightly caressed his fingertips onto the soft skin of her stomach right above her waistband. She lightly pouted at him, her eyes silently begging to give her some relief. His fingers lightly slipped under her waistband but stayed her stomach, she whined in response. “You know what I think?” he asked her, knowing she wouldn’t be able to form words he continued. “I think, since you were so horny,” he raises his eyebrows and a soft smirk is on his lips as he continues. “While I was away that you didn’t even think to call me as you rubbed one out that maybe I should leave you like this.” he threatens. 

“Na na no. please, please don’t.” she begs. “I only used my fingers cause you weren’t here.” she cries out as he slips his hand out from under her waistband and goes to tease the exposed skin on her inner thighs from her sleep shorts. 

“Hmm.” he says. “Still I wanna see what it looks like when you’re so despite that you need to use your hand. Were you too horny to grab your vibrator?” he taunts, she mumbles a response but he can’t hear her, so he takes his thumb and puts pressure on her clit through her shorts. She cries out, as asks again “what was that baby?” 

“It -” she gasps trying to answer him, despite how her legs starting to tighten she felt like she was seconds away from cumming but she knew it was just because of Cole’s edging her on that she felt like this. “It was ta- too far.” she gasped, hoping that was enough of an answer to please him. 

He frowned his eyebrows in confusion, “but it’s kept in the nightstand.” Y/N glances at him wincing, watching as if a lightbulb goes off when he realizes. “Oh my lil’ slut, where were ya if you weren’t in bed?” he asks, a full blown smile on display as she feels her cheeks heat up in embarrassment. He bends down to her ear, as he rubs light circles on her hip bone, she can feel the heat from his mouth as he says “tell me baby. Where. Were. You.” As he sucks on that sensitive spot behind her ear she moans as a response. 

“Here.” she practically yelps, louder than she needs to. “Here. I was here.” she repeats. 

“Oh yeah now you definitely have to show me,” he says as he leans back smiling as she twitches beneath him. 

“Cole.” she whines in embarrassment trying to take her hands and cover her face as she blushes at his words. 

“Nope, you want my help you gotta show me what you looked like when you imagined I was fucking with you but all you had was your little fingers.” sounding as cocky as ever.

Y/N bites her lips and lets out a small whine as Cole leans back to rest on his heels again as he looks down at Y/N as shimmy out of her silk pajama shorts and underwear. He has a smirk on his face, as he watches Y/N use one hand to tease her boob and the other going on lightly touching her inner thighs. Cole can’t help himself from palming himself over his sweats as he watches Y/N arch her back and close her eyes as she continues to tease herself. 

Cole grunts as he watches her hand that was teasing the sensitive skin on her thighs lightly touching her outer lips finally stopping at teasing her hole. Cole’s voice is deeper than normal when he asks “Fuck pretty girl is this what you were doing while I was away?” Y/N's only response is a little moan, as she opens her eyes just in time to watch Cole as he pushes his sweats and boxers down just enough to slip his hard cock out of his boxers. She can’t help but let out a little moan as she watches Cole spitting on his hand so he can lazily stroke his cock. 

“Answer me, pretty girl.” he demands. “What were you thinking about as you fucked yourself with your fingers?” 

“Ya- you,” she gasps. “It’s always you.” as she finally inserts two fingers, lightly pumping out of her center. Cole watches with hooded eyes as dark as the night sky, as she tries to reach with her thumb to rub little circles on her clit. But due to the angle that she is laying down on the coach she can’t and she just becomes frustrated with herself. Cole notices that she almost looks like she was in tears mad at herself for not being able to reach. 

“Baby you can do it.” He encourages her and she whines begging him for help but all she’s met with is Cole shaking his head ‘no’. Finally, she somehow cramps her hand and lightly creases her clit teasingly, causing her to arch her back more and gasp from pleasure, as she feels herself being pushed even closer to a release. Removing her hand that was kneading her boob she starts to make small steady circles on her clit as she pumps her fingers at a faster pace out of her cunt. Cole has to stop himself from nutting right there as she cries his name as she cums, he talks her through her high. Cole even takes over rubbing her clit, when she can't because she’s too lost in the pleasure from her cuming. “There ya go baby.” he coos at her, as she’s trying to control her breathing again. 

“I think that was the hottest thing you’ve ever fucking done.” he claims with a wide smile on his face. Y/N smiles up at Cole, a warm feeling spreading in her stomach at his compliment. 

She looks down and notices his tip is still bright red and the vein looks a little more strained than normal, suddenly Y/N has a very deep sense overcome her as he wants nothing more than to lick the vein of his dick. Y/N slowly sits up shifting towards her boyfriend as she crawls off the coach and onto her knees, but before Cole can even question her. She is blinking up at him saying in a soft voice “I wanna a taste, please.” Her mouth is now dangerously close to the tip of his cock, blinking up at him with her eyes the size of saucers. 

“fuck.” he whispers to one in particular. Cole slowly nods his head as a ‘yes.’ Y/N wastes no time in starting from the base of Cole’s dick and licking the she wanted, ending with his tip in her mouth. Cole grunts, one going to her hair, grabbing it tightly as he guides her in and out of his dick. The other tightening in a fist as he tries to grab onto something as if he needs it ground him. One of her hands is helping her balance on his thigh, leaving little half moons from her nails, her other hand going to play with his balls. 

Cole wants to watch her as he fucks her face, he loves when she blinks up at him while he’s controlling the pace. But as she goes deeper and faster he grunts, throwing his head on the back of the coach in an attempt to make him last longer. “Fuck baby, I, I’m close.” he gasps, at his words she somehow even quickens the pace. “Can I make a painting, pretty girl?” he asks, which is his cheesy way of asking to cum on her face, he knows it’s always a yes for him but he still insists on asking every time because consent is important. As soon as his brian registers, she’s nodding your head, he pulls out and he cums immediately as he watches her close her eyes, tongue sticking out waiting for his load. Y/N closes her mouth and swallows immediately, opening her mouth again to show Y/N she swallowed. 

Slowly he takes his thumb and collects some of his seed that was on her cheek and chin, dragging slowly towards her mouth. Cole has to bite his lip as she opens her mouth again welcoming his thumb and sucking hard, swallowing her tongue around his thumb as if it was nothing. He removes his thumb and she whimpers a little, as if she needs something of him in her at all times to keep her content. “Always such a good girl fa’ me.” he whispers, pulling her up to his level to kiss her. she crawls in his lap to deepen the kiss as his tongue slips into her mouth and she moans into the kiss. 

Finally, both of them pull away, gasping for air. “I’m happy you’re home.” she mumbles, wrapping herself around him like a koala bear. 

“Me too.” he answers her softly. “I’m happy to have a stretch of home games.” Y/N perks up, at his words softly lifting his head to get a better look at her. 

“Oh yeah. Me too. I love having you home.” she shyly adds.

“Yeah I know cause I’m better than your fingers.” he chirps at her, laughing lightly.

“I take it back, you can go on another roadie.” Y/N pouts at him, finally getting up from his lap turning as if she’s heading for the stairs. But she doesn’t make it every far, as Cole pulls her back to him landing on his again. 

He takes his hands and softly holds her face, making her look into his eyes so she knows he’s not lying when he says. “Hey I was kidding, baby. You know I hate being gone just as much as you do.” He dips his head to her ear, lightly kissing right under it, she gasps at the attention to her sensitive skin. “”Cause I can promise you, my hand isn’t as good as you are, baby. At his words she feels his cock lightly poking her upper thigh. “Let me make it up to you, show you how much I missed you.” he jokes, a big smile on his face as she blushes at his words.And in that moment Y/N knows it’s going to be a long night. 

[coffee-for-himchan]

Cake (Daehyun)

Word count: 3.1 k+

Genre/warnings: fluff ❤

Summary: A quick scenario to celebrate Dae’s birthday, involving disaster, cake and sweet clumsy sweet confessions.

Well this was bad.

It was 5 PM already as you scanned over the mess surrounding the kitchen, running a hand through you hair just to realize that your hand was coated in layers upon layers of flour and your hair now probably looked like you had just walked through a snowstorm. But did it really matter at this point? Glancing at the clock, you saw that one more minute had passed since you last checked. Great. The clock was still ticking.

And Daehyun wasn't getting any younger.

Why did today have to be the day that you had decided to unleash your inner culinary beast just to realize that it hadn't been tamed yet and was running wild? Sure, Daehyun's birthday and cake were two things that complimented each other well, but couldn't you have just bought the cake? In the morning you had considered this idea - there was this lovely bakery just a few blocks away that sold amazing red velvet cake, the one Daehyun himself had actually taken you out to get a few weeks ago. He himself had told you how there’s nothing better than a red velvet cake. Maybe a cheescake. Or chocolate cake. Or vanilla cake.. Cake as a whole was a good thing, but red velvet was a must.

And since he loved red velvet cake so much.. Was it stupid to assume that he'd love you at least a bit if you brought some over for to him too?

Your cheeks tinted red and you felt embarrassment for having come up with such ridiculous thoughts, but you didn't let it distract you. There were still more hours to the day, and your stubborn mind was telling you to attempt making the cake again. The bakery was still open for an hour or so, but you doubted they'd be able to just whip out a whole big cake for you this late in the afternoon, and if they'd have to make it from scratch it would take too long. Still, you texted Himchan to hop by there and check - but just in case. You were not about to face failure just yet though, so with flour in your hair, a spoon in your hand and determination written all across your face, you went at it again. This time, not accepting failure.

Had Daehyun been serious back then when he said he wanted himself a girlfriend who could make nine dishes per meal? Those had to be just jokes, right? The whole thing about the way to a man’s heart being through his stomach... Of course it was just absurd banter. But still, that didn’t change the fact that you wanted to make the cake for him. To impress him by your skill maybe. To just make him happy and all that stuff.

And besides, maybe making a cake rather than buying one would show him that you cared enough to put in efforts. Because you did care. A lot. And you wanted him to kind of know at this point.

You sighed as you looked at the consistency of all the ingredients in your bowl. This time, it looked somehow promising. No time to waste here, you thought - you had to move on.

How comes that you had never viewed Daehyun in this light before rather recently? You wanted to slap yourself for going from being a good casual friend of his to becoming a lovesick and tongue-tied fool when even thinking about him, but at this point there was no way back. Somehow, you started noticing these little details about him that made your heart beat a little faster every time he was around. And then suddenly, boom - he's standing across of you and laughing a lot, and you realize that you want to be the cause of his laughter. The one who takes up the space in between his chest and arms that are wrapped around you tightly and all that cheesy stuff.. You want to be there. But you're just friends. Just really, really good friends.

Himchan texts you back, saying there's no proper cake they could offer him but he bought a few slices that were still on display just in case. He also nags at you for making life hard for both him and yourself and sarcastically asks you if you hadn't set your apartment of fire just yet. You shove your phone back into your pocket and promise yourself to give him a piece of your mind, but later. Definitely not a piece of cake. At least none until he behaves.

You put the batter evenly between the cake pans, looking at your creation once more before you slid it into the oven and turn up the heat. Now onto making yourself look presentable, because you had close to no time left and still so many things to do..

Daehyun better appreciate you after this.

When it's already close to nine and the party's in full swing though you're nowhere to be seen still, Himchan suspects something bad.

"Where on earth ARE YOU?" he squished his frame through the few people in the hallway, trying to find an appropriate spot for conversation in Daehyun's now crowded apartment as he hisses at you the second you pick up your phone.

"Houston, we have a problem," he heard your answer, and tried to use the background noise of your end of the line to determine what you’re doing.

"Are you.. Are you drying you hair!?"

"Is that really the thing you’re going to focus on now!?" you asked him in an annoyed tone, though you knew he has a point here.

"Well yeah," he answered, and you could hear the ultimate sass his voice projected, "If you're doing that, it means you have wet, non-styled hair, don't have makeup on yet and definitely don't have your dress, shoes and the rest on either," he started nagging again, making you roll your eyes at him. As if you didn't know already.

"And that means you'll still need at least an hour for all that-"

"Well what was I supposed to do?"

"You were supposed to face reality and buy your beloved Daehyun some proper cake, not attempt the impossible," he said, his tone softening as he heard your disappointed sigh from the other end of the line, "Look, just forget it. You tried, that's what matters. If you want to, once you get here we can make it seem like I went downstairs to help you bring the cake in and tripped on my way, messing it up so we got rid of it. I think I can allow myself to take that one bullet for you-"

"But Himchan, I promised to bring the cake."

He sighed, feeling a crease forming in between his eyebrows. You could be so stubborn at the worst of all times, honestly.

"Well, if you still want to make it in time for at least some of the celebration, I'd advise you to move now," Himchan simply answered, not sure what he wanted to achieve anymore, "That's good advice. Take it into consideration."

You knew he was right, and simply resumed drying your hair as fast as possible after ending the call. It was such an absurdly stupid situation, with the previous cake having burned due to you accidentally turning up the temperature too high and leaving the oven unattended for literally a minute or two too long, and then with the mixer malfunctioning and sending it's contents flying all through the kitchen... And back onto your clothes and into your hair..

You would never attempt to make cake again.

Grabbing everything you had - yes, even a cake that you had managed to somehow make last-minute, with the last bits of strength you had left inside your body and the last bits of ingredients found in the kitchen - you sprinted to your car, fancy shoes long forgotten. Whatever was comfortable and could get you from spot to spot fast would work now. You had limited time left.

By the time you got there, you felt horribly bad about the whole situation. The boys had early schedules the next morning, so Daehyun wasn't about to stay up too late, and having arrived at a quarter to 11, his friends were saying their last toasts, some of them already about to leave. Himchan arched a brow as you placed the cake on the table, but said nothing about it. Instead, he brought up something else.

"Birthday boy has asked about you like twice already," he said, continuing to scan you up and down as you were trying to fix a few strands of your hair while looking at your reflection in the glass of a nearby cupboard.

"About where you were, why you weren't here," he continued as he saw you turning around at the mention of Daehyun, looking at him with wide eyes, "He sure looked like he couldn't wait for you to come."

You didn't answer, and simply kept looking at him, your expression sulking more and more with every passing moment. He shouldn’t have said this, it made you feel even worse.

"Okay.. How about you just go and find him now?" Himchan tried to turn the situation around for the better, seeing how you nodded in response lightly, "Just go grab your gift, put a smile on your face and charm him to death, or maybe not that much-"

"The gift.."

Himchan watched your world basically crumbling in front of your eyes as you realized you'd left the gift that you'd bought for Daehyun in your living room on the coffee table. All wrapped up nicely, ready to be taken along at any moment, except.. You forgot to do that.

If it.. If it wouldn't have been for that goddamn cake, everything would've went well..

"Hey, take it easy," you felt Himchan's arms wrapping around you protectively, but more than that, understandingly. Only then you noticed the single tear that had slid down your cheek. And the one that followed.

"There's nothing like ruined makeup before there's even a proper reason for it to be ruined. So come on. Get it together."

"Himchan, that goddamn cake," you sniffed, earning a compassionate "I know~" from him in response as he lightly swayed your frames from side to side, "You don't know how much I've been through today."

"I can imagine."

"All the cleaning, the disaster.. Just to forget everything else.. To mess up my looks and what’s more important - the gift, and.. I'm such a failure."

You let yourself sulk in his arms for another half a minute until he told you to simply accept your fate and try to make the best out of the situation - there was nothing you could change now. Himchan said that Daehyun would understand anyways, and sent you off to find him immediately after, glancing at you as you left first and then at the infamous cake that now oh so innocently graced the center of the table.

He wondered if that thing tasted good.

You found Daehyun on the balcony, knocking against the balcony door frame to catch his attention before walking in on him. He was leaning against the railings on his forearms, and he head turned around to face you. A mild smile was gracing his lips, though his eyes seemed a bit tired. 

"Hey, you made it."

Your heart burst into pieces from that single phrase and the intonation it was said in, but you contained yourself and simply nodded, standing next to him and watching as he smiled at you again and then looked back ahead at the city in front of him. The buildings were so beautiful when they were graced by the regular nightly sky, accompanied with the shine of all types of lights and illuminations from all around.

"I thought you wouldn't come," he said first, hearing out your silent disagreement and excuses about being late before continuing, "And then I saw you in the living room and I wanted to come and talk, but you were busy with Himchan hyung.."

"E-excuse me..?"

He rose a brow, looking back at you and seeing the surprise in your eyes, leaving him puzzled. He was sure he had seen you with Himchan just now. Being all cuddly in the middle of his living room.

"I saw you like hugging and stuff. Did not want to walk in on something I wasn't supposed to walk into-"

"That godforsaken cake, I swear to god!!!”

Daehyun jumped at your sudden tone, and turned to you completely, straightening out his back. A cake? What were you even talking about? Whatever it was, it was clearly bothering you, because you sounded really irritated when you mentioned it. And very upset too.

"What cake are you talking about-"

"The cake that I was trying to make for you all day!" you exclaimed, at this point just letting all of your frustration out, not filtering your sentences at all, "I'm horrible at baking, but no, I had to make a cake for you, aah, I'm so stubborn! And now because of it I've stressed myself out by trying to remake the same thing countless times in a day, have ruined my hair twice today and it still probably does not look any better, have skipped on half my makeup routine, have forgotten your gift home like the true worst friend that I am and plus to all that you now think that I have a thing for Himchan, which is so absurd, considering the fact that the only reason I ever wanted to make the cake in first place was to maybe make you realize that I like you, and.."

And what?

Oh god, oh god no no no no no this had just happened. You watched his widening eyes and thought that this was it. The last big failure of the day - the ultimate one. The one you wouldn't be forgiven for, the one that wouldn't be forgotten. He looked terrified as he was staring back at you, which meant you had just basically told him something that creeped him out. And that meant that he didn't like you back-

"You.. Like me?"

You felt a wave of anxiety coursing through your whole body and cold sweat enveloping your palms as you slowly nodded in reply, realizing there was no way back now. The secret was out now, on display for him to see. No need to hide the truth.

"Oh my god, is this.. For real?"

Suddenly, you heard a loud bang coming from outside that scared you, and yelping, you somehow stumbled closer to his side. Daehyun did the same, and only then you realized that the thing that had scared you had been fireworks. Beautiful, stunning rays of light gracing the sky in different shapes and patterns, writing some colorful light into the summery darkness that had enveloped the city skies. This was either a joke, a prank, a well-planned setup or a total lucky coincidence, but fact is that it had happened just in time.

You looked back just to realize how close you were standing to Daehyun. His face was still lifted up to watch the beautiful lit up skies, the fireworks reflecting in his eyes and making him look so, so beautiful. It was hard not to look at him like this now, especially when it felt like all your ties could break apart any given moment. 

But then, you felt his hands taking your own in his just to trail up your forearms the next moment, remaining comfortably rested on there. You thought you maybe even felt him pulling you a little closer, although maybe that was just imagination.

"You know you could've just bought the cake, silly," he slowly turned his head back, his face so close all of a sudden, his nose almost bumping into yours. His eyes still displaying affection, which gave you hope.

"I swear, you're the same as Himchan," Daehyun chuckled lightly as you rolled your eyes at him, and he bit his bottom lip, "He kept telling me the same."

"And you still gave it all to make it..”

"Because I wanted you to.. Know that I cared enough," you almost whispered, a little ashamed of your wording of the situation, but more confident in your feelings now that you had been a minute ago. If he hasn't ran off yet, that meant something.

"Daehyun, I-"

"(Y/N), I love you so much right now."

The words caught you off-guard, and so did the second round of fireworks that started firing just after a moment, but what immediately caught your attention was the way he silenced all of your replies you'd been thinking of telling him in return for that confession with something simple yet effective. With a kiss, that is.

It was a little bit of everything. A lite bit of sparks falling above and over your heads, a little bit of the hot summer evening that enveloped you two as you stood in the middle of his balcony doing things that hadn't been done here yet, but definitely would at times from now on. A little bit of the way you felt your grip on his jacket tightening, a little bit of how his arms slid around you to coax you into his warmth and hold you in a manner that told you to stay. A little bit of the taste of champagne what was still present in his mouth and a little bit of the smooching sounds that his lips made every time they disconnected from yours just to impatiently and longingly lock again a second later. 

Those sound were adorable. He was adorable. He was a great friend. Something told you he would be better as a lover.

You were so thankful for making that goddamn cake at that moment, you promised to make it a monument or something once you’d be done here. Not that you could think about it too much while Daehyun was kissing you like that, but you decided to spare it a thought later.

"That was.."

"Amazing," Daehyun murmured, his forehead pressing against yours as he looked back at you, a little amused grin spreading across his face.

"I'm sorry for being late, and for the gift and everything."

"Forget it," he chuckled, leaving a tiny peck on your lips before smiling fondly and speaking on, "This is the best gift I could possibly imagine."

For a second, it seemed like he was about to lean in to claim your lips again, and you leaned in forwards to meet him halfway, your eyes already starting to flutter shut as you anticipated the moment you’d once again be able to get a taste of him.

Until a shriek from the balcony doorway ruined it.

"Don't mind me, I'm not even here," Himchan was scurrying away, with a mildly tipsy and very giggly Youngjae on his tail, "I saw nothing, you guys just continue where you left off-"

"The cake's good, by the way~~"

"Agreed," Himchan's tone matched Youngjae's for a second, and with a wicked smile he added, "At least it was worth your troubles, hmm?"

"Don't you.. Don't you dare eat the whole thing!?" Daehyun laughed out loud as he watched you screaming after his two friends who had just ruined you perfect cheesy moment, "Himchan, do you hear me!?"

"Ah, just let them go already," Daehyun's voice snapped you back to look at him and relax in his arms, getting back into the right mood as he started leaning closer again, "We were in the middle of something really important that I want to go back to now. Though after this... I wouldn't oppose to getting a slice of cake."

You just laughed at him, feeling so fuzzy and happy all of a sudden. For a disastrous day, it had sure ended well. It sure felt nice being tangled up with Daehyun like this. You sure wanted to do it again.

"Though I don't think the cake can possibly taste better than you~" he teased, and before you could object, kissed you again.

And again.

And again.

For the first time, on his birthday, under the moonlight and right before a much-earned slice of his favorite red velvet cake.