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Leehan is stretched out on his bed, one arm tucked behind his head, the other absentmindedly toying with the hem of your sleeve. You’re sitting beside him, legs tucked under you, barely paying attention to whatever stupid video is playing on your phone—not when you can feel his gaze on you.

“You’re staring,” you say without looking at him.

He hums, not even bothering to deny it. “You make it so easy.”

You glance at him, raising an eyebrow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He tilts his head slightly, wearing that stupidly adorable look—the one that makes you want to kiss him senseless. “Dunno,” he says, “you tell me.”

You hate it when he does this—when he makes you feel like this thing you have going on is more than just fun. Like you’re not just two people who fall into each other’s arms when it’s convenient.

You click your tongue. “Stop saying things like that.”

He shuffles closer, propping himself up on one elbow. “Why?”

“Because.” It’s a weak answer, and you both know it.

Leehan exhales softly, watching you for a beat too long. Then, without another word, he reaches for your hand, fingers curling around your wrist. “C’mere,” he murmurs.

You shouldn’t listen. Shouldn’t give in. But his touch is warm, his voice is soft, and you’ve never been good at resisting him.

So you go, allowing him to pull you in until you’re hovering over him, one hand braced against his chest.

You take the moment to admire him up close—the soft curve of his cheeks, the plumpness of his lips, the quiet, fond look in his eyes.

“Better?” you ask, feigning indifference, but the slight tremble in your voice betrays you.

He doesn’t answer. Instead, he reaches up, the pad of his thumb brushing against your jaw—an unbearably gentle touch that makes your breath hitch.

And then, just as you’re about to tell him to quit messing around, he kisses you.

He starts slow, lips moving over yours like he’s trying to memorize the feeling, like he has all the time in the world. His hand slides to the back of your neck, holding you close, and you let yourself melt into the kiss, fingers curling into the fabric of his hoodie.

Leehan tastes like the cherry candy he stole from your bag earlier, and something undeniably him—something you could get addicted to if you’re not careful.

His hands are warm on your waist, fingers pressing just firmly enough to make you dizzy. You pull at his hoodie, trying to get him closer, and he laughs—breathy, amused—before catching your chin between his fingers, tilting your head.

“Slow down a little, hm?” he murmurs, his lips ghosting over yours.

And just as he says that, he kisses you again. Soft and deep, and it feels real. So, so real.

But then, he pulls away just slightly, his forehead resting against yours, his hands still firmly on your waist, like he’s grounding himself.

“What are we doing?” he asks, quieter now.

Your stomach tightens. You knew this was coming.

“Huh?” you say, pretending you don’t know what he means.

His thumb brushes idly over your hip. “Us, YN. What is this that we’re doing?”

“There is no us.” The words leave your mouth automatically, because that’s the rule, isn’t it? No labels, no strings.

Leehan doesn’t argue. Just looks at you, like he’s waiting for you to say something else, to take it back.

But you don’t. Instead, you tug him closer and kiss him—like you can make him forget.

He doesn’t let you.

Gently, he pulls away, his palm cupping your cheek, thumb stroking softly. “I don’t like it when you do that,” he murmurs.

“Do what?”

“Act like this isn’t real.”

Your breath catches. What does he even mean?

He sighs, eyes flickering away for a moment before settling back on yours. “I don’t want to be just nothing to you.”

Your heart stumbles over itself. “You’re not—”

“Then tell me.” His voice is gentle, but his gaze is steady. “Tell me what you want us to be.”

And damn it, you should make him say it first, make him work for it, but he’s looking at you with so much sincerity, so much pleading, that you realize you don’t care about the game anymore.

So you just whisper, voice shaky, “I want you to be mine.”

The corner of his lips lifts. He exhales, relieved.

“Good,” he murmurs, leaning forward, brushing his nose against your cheek. “Because I’ve been yours this whole time.”

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[aisnextdoor]

genuinely started jumping with joy when I saw your taesan fic at the top of my home page oh my gosh I love it so much PLEASSeee more taesan & leehan 🙏 I love your work so much

ur an absolute cutie pie thank u for always supporting my work <333333333 I love YOU!

and will do 🫡 I've been itching to write more bonedo and the leehan brain rot has been bad so I will try my best to deliver soon .

[aisnextdoor]

DISJOINTED - han taesan x reader

there are far worse things to be addicted to

PAIRING: taesan x reader GENRE: established relationship, fluff | WORDCOUNT: 1.7 k WARNINGS: weed/marijuana use, smooching, minimally suggestive

The high hits you slowly, then all at once. Each time you double over to echo Jaehyun’s laughter at Riwoo’s jokes, your consciousness moves first and your body follows, slow and stilted. 

There’s a fuzziness behind your eyes, like the static of Taesan’s old records that has you reeling, head tilting back against the seat of the scratchy sofa. 

You stay like that for a bit, letting your thoughts drown out the faint hum of noises bouncing around the walls of Leehan’s basement. Thinking of nothing and everything. Losing yourself in the haze. 

There's a drag of cold fingertips against your cheeks, wandering to tuck your stray hairs behind your ear, that brings you back. The same touch tugs at the lobe gently to coax your eyes open. 

You’re rewarded with a glimpse of Taesan’s soft eyes as he takes you in. The lazy smile that pulls a bit wider at your lips, and the breathless laugh that escapes them as you reach out for him instinctively. 

Taesan obliges, like he always does, scooping you up from your spot on the floor to flop unceremoniously half on the sofa, half on his lap. 

“You’re finally here. I missed you, you took fucking forever,” you complain with a stifled yawn. A swift kiss is pressed to your cheek, the silent apology accepted with a roll of your eyes. 

“You can't possibly have missed me that much. Looks like you were having tons of fun on your own, getting started without me,” Taesan teases. His hands slide under the hem of your shirt to rub at the small of your back, snorting as you jolt at the icy temperature. 

You try to wiggle away from his frosty touch but Taesan only snakes his arms around you tighter, trailing goosebumps across your skin. “I didn't have much choice,” you grumble, “It was either smoke or have Jaehyun hog and finish it all before I can even get a whiff.” 

There's a faint yell of indignation from across the room that you ignore, instead busying yourself with untangling Taesan’s chains. You follow and separate the twists in the links up towards his neck. Your boyfriend stills his motions, busying himself instead with admiring the way your brows knit as you pull them apart.

(It was a mystery to you how Taesan’s necklaces always managed to get so tangled. You could never recall him having such problems before you started dating. Luckily for him, you were more than happy to indulge his whims and untangle them at the beginning of every meeting.)

When you’re nearly done, and you've reached the nape of his neck, the pads of your fingers brush against the long strands of Taesan’s overgrown hair. They come back cold, and you freeze looking up to blink at him owlishly, “your hair’s wet,” you say, voice tinged with bewilderment. 

Taesan leans back in a laugh, hands too occupied holding your waist to shield his smile like they normally would. “You’ve only just realized?” He shakes his head like a dog, spraying you with the remnants of the droplets that cling to his bangs. 

The splatter of cold beads makes you shriek and once again you try to cringe away from him but Taesan keeps you firmly in his grasp, smirking as you resign yourself to your captivity.  “I showered before I rushed over here,” his voice teasing as he raises an eyebrow at you, “how far gone are you that you didn't even notice?”

It's futile to deny it when your eyes are so clearly rimmed red and your head so far in the clouds but you do it anyway. “I'm not that high,” you wink, “I was just too distracted by your pretty face to pay attention to anything else.”

Taesan simply snorts, unconvinced but amused enough to not contest your obvious lies. He settles into the couch, resting his head atop yours and a comfortable silence descends upon you. Drowsiness tugs at you and you melt with your head lolled in the crook of his neck while the pair of you watch the antics of the others. 

Normally, you'd be thrown in the mix, bickering with Jaehyun and playing tricks on Sungho, but the high has you choosing to refrain from participating. Instead, you’re buried in Taesan’s arms, refusing to shift from his lap even when he jokingly whines about being suffocated and crushed. 

Past all the exaggerated groans, Taesan loves nights like this when you’re pliant, putty in his hands and clinging to him like a second skin. Taesan is free to monopolize you without any teasing remarks. Relishing instead the way you shake with laughter at the jokes he whispers into the shell of your ear, and the giggles he draws from you when he noses at your neck playfully. 

“Alright lovebirds, if you’re done being gross, I rolled the last of it. We’re headed out to grab some pizza if you two want to come,” Leehan approaches with a joint held out in his grasp. You immediately perk up, reaching for it eagerly when a much longer arm intercepts, grabbing it before you can blink.

“You guys can go, we’ll stay here. Y/N is more out of it than usual,” Taesan interjects, ignoring the way your jaw drops and the subsequent protests that follow. The whole time he holds the joint firmly out of your reach as you wrestle the limb down to try and take it. 

The commotion is enough to attract Jaehyun's attention, and he descends upon you like a hyena. “Awww little baby Y/N can't hang?” His laughter rings mockingly through your ears as he pinches your cheek. 

You splutter at the accusation, staring at Taesan to see if he was really going to let your dignity be slandered like this. “Taesan you're not serious?” you whine, trying to shake reason into him as the rest of the boys file out of the basement with calls of goodbyes and laughs. 

“I am serious, I’m not gonna let you smoke yourself sick baby,” Taesan shakes his head, easily slipping in the pet name now that it was only the two of you. You give up on arguing any further, making your displeasure apparent with the way you cross your arms tightly, refusing to face him. 

Taesan only chuckles in amusement at your petty display, digging into the pocket of jeans for his lighter. He dangles it in front of you, the familiar scuffs marring the engraved silver. “Wanna do me the honors?” his eyebrows wiggle goadingly.

There's a brief silence as your narrowed eyes ping pong between the smirk on his face and the lighter, your initials that Taesan had etched into it staring back at you mockingly. With a tortured sigh you snatch it from him, “I can’t believe you’re making me light you a joint that you won't even let me smoke,” you grumble.

“But if I light it myself you’d end up sulking because I didn't ask,” he snorts, knocking his head softly into yours. You don't bother responding (mostly because he’s right), busying yourself by popping the cap off and flicking the lighter on.

Taesan ducks closer to let the tip of the roll between his teeth meet the flame, the fire casting a warm light across the contours of his face. His eyes flicker up to meet yours and you're trapped in the warm amber of his gaze, remembering just why this was one of your favorite things to do.  

The soothing chill of his fingers wraps around yours to hold the lighter steady until a tendril of smoke rises between you two and he’s leaning back with a content hum.

It's a captivating sight, the subtle rise and fall of his chest as he inhales. The smoke billowing from Taesan’s plump lips to curl and swirl upwards, charting the lines of his features. You can see the moment he takes to assess you, mulling over an idea while you patiently wait for him to share what's occupying his mind. 

His answer comes in the form of hands tracing your jaw to pull you in closer, fingers tilting your chin upwards. There’s a gentle tap on your lower lip prompting you to part them, you comply and Taesan grants you a pleased smile at your uncharacteristic obedience. 

It makes your cheeks burn with an odd satisfaction, but you have little time to think further as Taesan takes a deep drag of the joint, your chin still firmly in his grasp. He leans in, pausing to wordlessly ask your permission and when you lean closer, he meets you halfway. 

There’s a quick brush of his lips against yours, lingering for just a second till he’s exhaling. And Instinctively you inhale, the whisper’s distance between you bridged by a stream of smoke. 

You hold it in the back of your throat for a moment before letting go, and in the same breath you rush to tease him airily, “I thought I was banned from smoking for tonight, your highness.”

Taesan slides his hand from your chin down towards your nape, his touch sweeping against your jaw. “Well… you looked so pitiful I decided to have mercy on you,” he drawls, eyes glinting mischievously in the dim light.

“Yeah right,” you scoff, “More like you just wanted an excuse to kiss me.”

Taesan shrugs, looking far from bashful as he admits smugly, “Not that I need an excuse to kiss you but sure, that might have been a motivator.” 

And now you’re breathless for a different reason as Taesan takes full advantage of the complaints that threaten to spill from your lips, silencing them instead with a firm press of his mouth on yours.

The minutes pass by like that, the two of you caught in languid kisses, only separating for much needed air or for a heatless glare when Taesan bites at you teasingly. 

The joint’s long abandoned, lost somewhere in the crevices of the couch to be found weeks later. For there's no high quite as intoxicating or as addicting as the one you get from Taesan’s lips. 

a/n: this started as a 2 am brain rot that I ended up spending way too much time on. hope u enjoyed :)

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[aisnextdoor]

i told the moon about you 𐀔 han dongmin

genre : only fluff, warnings : reader had a bad day, parental pressure, school stress, word count : 667

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⨳ 𓏲˖ 🩹 ˖ ࣪ 📓 ָ࣪ 𓏲⋆.

escaping through your bedroom window wasn't something you were used to do, but today, an overnight getaway seemed all too necessary. but rambling alone wasn't what you wanted, and your best friend was best qualified to accompany you in your crazy ideas.

that's how you ended up in his car, on the passenger side, with your head sticking out of the wide-open window and your hair blowing in the wind. his hands on the steering wheel, dongmin nevertheless glanced at you, a gentle smile tugging at the corner of his lips. your chin resting on your forearms while looking all around you — the city lights flashing right in front of your eyes.

the atmosphere was restful, synonymous with relaxation and well-being, everything you needed after that long, exhausting day. college classes were stressing you out to no end, and the pressure your parents were putting on your shoulders about your studies was really starting to wear you down. you knew they were saying it for your own good — but sometimes you felt that you were studying for them and not for yourself.

something peaceful enchanted the night : maybe it was the cool wind caressing your face, or maybe it was the lights flashing in front of your eyes as you drove along, or perhaps the sweet music that lulled your ears, or simply the feeling of dongmin's benevolent gaze burning in your back. no matter the time, situation or place, you knew he was the only person who would say yes to all your requests. you could count on him as much as he could count on you.

after many long minutes wandering the streets, the car found itself in a completely deserted parking lot. with the engine off but not the music, you unbuckled your seatbelt without leaving your previous position. taesan fiddled with the buttons to open the sunroof, giving you a superb view of the stars and the prettiest of them all : the moon.

its dazzling light illuminated the whole car, bringing a gentle smile to your face. and although the silence was more restful and comforting than anything else, you decided to break it by speaking up.

« i told the moon about you. » you declared in an almost faint whisper. your words were not without meaning for the young boy beside you, the one who couldn't hide the shy smile that tugged at the corners of his lips at your words. « and what did you tell her? » he asked, in a curious tone.

you didn't know if you should tell him this secret : is that a good idea? you bit your lip, thinking slightly, then wondering what the moon would do in your place. would she confess this secret to the sun? probably. without taking your eyes off her, you decided to tell him precisely the simple secret you had confided to the moon, after having spent hours ranting about the young boy. « i told her i loved you. » you declared in a barely audible voice, which nevertheless didn't escape dongmin's acute hearing.

you didn't notice the sudden reddening of the tips of his ears, nor the way he looked away from you out of simple shyness. but you felt his long fingers close over yours, and the warmth of them envelop your hand. which finally caught your attention — and just as you raised your face to him, you felt his lips place the softest of kisses on yours. it was soft, a little too short, and i'm little too light, but enough to make the moon blush. his face remained close to yours for a few seconda, the brown of his eyes piercing yours, and your heart racing at the mere sight of the smile on his rosy, soft lips.

« i told the sun about you, » he began, before placing a second kiss on the corner of your mouth, « and i told him i loved you. »

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[aisnextdoor]

this is the cutest thing ever :( tysm for enjoying MWAHHHH

love language- leehan x reader

talk to me in your love language, show me, how to connect to you

PAIRING: leehan x reader GENRE: established relationship, fluff | WORDCOUNT: 0.6 k WARNINGS: nothing i think

“Even full grown, the green pufferfish will only be around six inches long so we’ll need a thirty gallon tank at least.” 

“Thirty?” you laugh incredulously, your fingers halting where they had been carding through Leehan’s soft locks, “I feel like you’re undermining just how big this tank will be, you don’t exactly have much dorm space to begin with Hani.” 

He looks up from his phone screen, transfixing you with a petulant look, “if the guys just shifted some stuff around a little it would easily fit on the upper floor. Aren’t you supposed to be on my side anyways,” Leehan huffs. You smile at the slight pout that decorates his lips, and he shifts slightly from where his head lays in your lap, leaning insistently into your hand for you to resume the ministrations against his scalp. 

You oblige, sweeping his bangs away from his forehead, watching as he melts happily into your touch. “You’re so spoiled, you know that?” you muse gently tugging at his strands. Leehan’s eyes flutter open and you’re trapped in pools of warm chocolate, unable to look away from his half lidded gaze. 

A crooked smirk tugs at his lips at the sight of the warm flush that crawls up your neck, he reaches up to grasp your wrist, gently bringing it down until it’s level with his face. You watch silently, your breath catching in your throat as his lips brush against the curve of your palm, trailing feathery kisses down the expanse of your fingers.

By now you know him well enough to understand it’s a wordless assent, that he knows for him you’d do anything. His reply comes in the form of kisses, the traces leaving an unspoken promise that the feeling was very much appreciated and reciprocated. 

Leehan enjoys this, seeing you at his mercy, knowing that no matter how many days go by, your heart still stutters at even the simplest of actions. Even when you try your best to act unaffected, a stray compliment or touch will have your eyes widening, a pretty red blooming across your cheeks. 

It takes you a second to regain your bearings, to hide your fluster with a gentle push to his head. “You’re such a flirt,” you scoff, sighing in relief when your eye contact is finally broken. 

His eyes crinkle at that, dimple winking at you impishly, “Only for you baby.” 

That draws a snort from you, and you flick his forehead lightly, “I’ve seen enough fansign clips to know that’s not true. Who do you think you’re fooling?” You break into an exaggerated rendition of Leehan’s aegyo and buttery lines you had seen plastered all over your twitter feed. 

Leehan gets up with an affronted gasp, you mock him louder, drowning out his playful warnings to stop. “My eyes are red because I cried alllll of last night because you didn’t say you loved me,” you whimper dramatically, splaying your hand across your forehead. 

“Alright, I think that's enough out of you,” Leehan grumbles half heartedly, his fingers finding the sides of your torso to tickle you, cutting off your performance. A squeal escapes you, and you jolt away from him but he’s much too quick, using the momentum to pull you firmly into his lap. Your back is pressed flush against his torso, arms wrapping around you and his chin finding purchase on your shoulder. 

“You know I really only mean it when it comes to you,” Leehan mumbles quietly into the nape of your neck and you hum amusedly in assent. Regardless of the honey that seems to drip so indiscriminately from his words and eyes, you know moments like these are reserved just for you.

Leehan speaks in a love language that only you are fluent in. Flattery pales in comparison to the sentiments communicated by the way his eyes search for you in every room, the three rhythmic squeezes of his hand around yours, and the warmth of his embrace.

a/n: very hastily written and unedited drabble for my bbs,,, hope yall enjoy :)

taglist: will make a form soon zzzz

[aisnextdoor]

SWEATER PAWS

genre. fluff. warnings. kissing. pairing. jaehyun x fem!reader. wc. 650.

It had become an unspoken ritual that you and Jaehyun would cuddle after lunch. Even if he had a schedule right after, he would set aside at least 5 minutes of his lunch break to cuddle with you. It was like an energy boost for him, and you savoured the time even more than he did— it helped to not miss him too much during the rest of the day.

Today however, he didn’t have anything planned for the rest of the day. You had already settled on the couch with him, his arm around you, resting at your waist and making sure you were snuggly close to him. You rested your head on his chest, occasionally glancing at whatever tiktok he was watching on his phone before going back to scroll on instagram. 

It was cosy.

It was comforting.

But you still felt… ignored?

This was the first time Jaehyun had been free for almost 2 weeks but he was still glued to his phone. You closed instagram to snuggle a bit closer to him in hopes of getting his attention, but his focus stayed on his phone.

You waited another minute before trying again, this time sighing louder than you usually would. All you got was a gentle rub on your arm before his hand went back to your waist.

At least it wasn’t nothing.

“Jae?” You sat up a bit so you were at eye level with him.

“Hm?” He scrolled to the next tiktok, his eyes still not looking at you, depriving you of the attention that you were practically begging for.

You only had one more idea up your sleeve. There was only one thing you could think of that was certain to get Jaehyun’s attention no matter what. He wouldn’t be able to ignore you after this.

You silently leaned your head forward to plant a lingering kiss on his cheek.

You couldn’t hide your growing smile at the reaction that you got from it— exactly the reaction you were hoping for. His phone slipped out of his hands onto the couch cushion next to him as his cheeks tinted a slight pink and he finally turned to look at you.

“What was that for?” He whispered shyly. His fingers were pulling at the sleeves of his sweater, creating sweater paws subconsciously. It was a habit he wasn’t even aware he did, but you noticed it whenever he was flustered and was wearing a long sleeved shirt or sweater. 

It was the most adorable thing you had ever seen.

And Jaehyun was possibly the most adorable human to ever exist. 

“Just wanted to get your attention.” You smiled, contended now that you had gotten a reaction out of him. You went back to laying against his chest, a sly smile on your face. You were certain that he wouldn’t be able to go back to watching tiktoks. The thing with Jaehyun was that he was never satisfied until he got a proper kiss on the lips. You counted to 3 in your head, and just as you had suspected, Jaehyun spoke up after the small pause.

“You’re really gonna just leave it at that?” 

You glanced up at him again, suppressing a giggle when you saw the small pout. 

“What? Are you not satisfied?”

He shook his head with a slight smile, pleading with his eyes for you to give him what he wanted. You loved to tease him when you had the willpower to resist his big boba eyes and lips downturned into a pout, but today your usual will to resist was mysteriously gone. 

So you found yourself giving in immediately— pulling at his sweater paws to close the distance between you two and pressing your lips to his gently. He hummed satisfiedly at this, the faint taste of your strawberry lip gloss leaving a sweet stain on his lips afterwards.

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[aisnextdoor]

love language- leehan x reader

talk to me in your love language, show me, how to connect to you

PAIRING: leehan x reader GENRE: established relationship, fluff | WORDCOUNT: 0.6 k WARNINGS: nothing i think

“Even full grown, the green pufferfish will only be around six inches long so we’ll need a thirty gallon tank at least.” 

“Thirty?” you laugh incredulously, your fingers halting where they had been carding through Leehan’s soft locks, “I feel like you’re undermining just how big this tank will be, you don’t exactly have much dorm space to begin with Hani.” 

He looks up from his phone screen, transfixing you with a petulant look, “if the guys just shifted some stuff around a little it would easily fit on the upper floor. Aren’t you supposed to be on my side anyways,” Leehan huffs. You smile at the slight pout that decorates his lips, and he shifts slightly from where his head lays in your lap, leaning insistently into your hand for you to resume the ministrations against his scalp. 

You oblige, sweeping his bangs away from his forehead, watching as he melts happily into your touch. “You’re so spoiled, you know that?” you muse gently tugging at his strands. Leehan’s eyes flutter open and you’re trapped in pools of warm chocolate, unable to look away from his half lidded gaze. 

A crooked smirk tugs at his lips at the sight of the warm flush that crawls up your neck, he reaches up to grasp your wrist, gently bringing it down until it’s level with his face. You watch silently, your breath catching in your throat as his lips brush against the curve of your palm, trailing feathery kisses down the expanse of your fingers.

By now you know him well enough to understand it’s a wordless assent, that he knows for him you’d do anything. His reply comes in the form of kisses, the traces leaving an unspoken promise that the feeling was very much appreciated and reciprocated. 

Leehan enjoys this, seeing you at his mercy, knowing that no matter how many days go by, your heart still stutters at even the simplest of actions. Even when you try your best to act unaffected, a stray compliment or touch will have your eyes widening, a pretty red blooming across your cheeks. 

It takes you a second to regain your bearings, to hide your fluster with a gentle push to his head. “You’re such a flirt,” you scoff, sighing in relief when your eye contact is finally broken. 

His eyes crinkle at that, dimple winking at you impishly, “Only for you baby.” 

That draws a snort from you, and you flick his forehead lightly, “I’ve seen enough fansign clips to know that’s not true. Who do you think you’re fooling?” You break into an exaggerated rendition of Leehan’s aegyo and buttery lines you had seen plastered all over your twitter feed. 

Leehan gets up with an affronted gasp, you mock him louder, drowning out his playful warnings to stop. “My eyes are red because I cried alllll of last night because you didn’t say you loved me,” you whimper dramatically, splaying your hand across your forehead. 

“Alright, I think that's enough out of you,” Leehan grumbles half heartedly, his fingers finding the sides of your torso to tickle you, cutting off your performance. A squeal escapes you, and you jolt away from him but he’s much too quick, using the momentum to pull you firmly into his lap. Your back is pressed flush against his torso, arms wrapping around you and his chin finding purchase on your shoulder. 

“You know I really only mean it when it comes to you,” Leehan mumbles quietly into the nape of your neck and you hum amusedly in assent. Regardless of the honey that seems to drip so indiscriminately from his words and eyes, you know moments like these are reserved just for you.

Leehan speaks in a love language that only you are fluent in. Flattery pales in comparison to the sentiments communicated by the way his eyes search for you in every room, the three rhythmic squeezes of his hand around yours, and the warmth of his embrace.

a/n: very hastily written and unedited drabble for my bbs,,, hope yall enjoy :)

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