antonton

[antonton]

info: bf!anton x reader , fluffy stuff , they’re in love :(

“god, i missed you.” you say, petting his head next to yours on your shared pillow.

“missed you too.” he replies in a whisper, admiring your features as he holds your face.

“you don’t even know what it’s like sleeping with a pillow pressed against my back and pretending it’s you. except i know it’s not you because the pillow doesn’t kiss my shoulder and snore and breathe down my neck.” you tell him.

he giggles, his sweet smile spreading across his face and his eyes turning to soft crescents. “yeah?”

“mhm.. you do all the most annoying things in the sweetest ways. didn’t realize i’d miss you snoring directly into my ear so much.”

anton giggles again. after coming back home to you from a long tour he thought he’d have more to say but in reality he just missed your face. and your voice. he’ll let you talk as long as you want as long as he gets to be in your presence and stare at your pretty face.

the last couple months have all felt like a dream but feeling your touch on his skin once again he feels like he’s been brought back to life. so exhausted and ready to sleep the night away in your arms, yet so, so, in love. why would he sleep now if he falls in love with you all over again as you tell him some of the things he missed. your giggles and your smile and your voice.

sure, you called any free moment the two of you had, but it’s never the same as having you next to him.

“ton?”

“mmh?” he snaps back to reality.

“are you tired? you keep spacing out. do you want to sleep?” you ask him, ready to give him everything he needs.

“hmm.. maybe… but keep talking, missed your voice.” he tells you, nuzzling his face farther into your palm.

you pull him closer and plant the softest of kisses along his face. nose, forehead, temple, jaw, cheekbones.

usually he would whine and hide his blushing face, but today he just lets you.

he smiles so softly, blinking slowly at you, sleepily, as you continue your stories.

eventually his eyes close with the weight of the day he’d had and he drifts off to sleep. to be returned home in the warmth and comfort that is you, anton wishes to never leave. he doesn’t remember what he last heard before he slipped away to dreamland, maybe something about what your boss said at work last week.

as he sleeps, he dreams of you. of your soft skin and your sweet voice. he dreams of a future with you. he’ll make you his forever, he knows that.

and he knows that for a fact when he wakes up to you asleep too, holding his head against your chest, your arm wrapped protectively around his broad shoulders.

anton’s big, muscular, but sensitive, everyone knows that. and you treat him with the utmost love and care. he wishes to live in the safety of your hold for an eternity. an eternity with you doesn’t sound so bad.

a/n: heyyyy long time no post… 😅

[antonton]

spoiled it

hyunjin x reader, fluff - wc: 566

barging into the studio, you’re shakily greeted by a confused christopher bang.

“where is hwang hyunjin?” you ask sternly.

“i- i don’t know… probably in the practice room across the hall…” he replies, a bit disoriented after your sudden burst through the door.

you thank him before quickly leaving, forgetting to close the door behind you. chan grumbles as he gets up to close it himself.

opening the door to the practice room, you immediately lock eyes with your lover through the mirrors on the surrounding walls.

“y/n? you’re supposed to be home resting by now, what are you doing here?” he questions, quickly standing from where he was sitting on the floor to greet you.

“don’t be mad.” you hesitate.

“why would i be?” he replies.

“well… you know how we were gonna wait until the baby’s born to know whether it’s-”

“y/n! don’t tell me you spoiled it!” he interrupts.

“i’m sorry! i swear it was an accident!” you exclaim.

“don’t tell me! i don’t wanna know!” he tells you, putting his face in his hand and turning away from you.

“hyunjin… i know you wanna know.” you tease, creeping up behind him as he remains facing away from you.

“you’re right… i do wanna know… but i’m still mad.” your boyfriend sighs, turning to face you once again.

he remains still, his head tilted downward with his dark hair in his face. you kiss his pout away, brushing his soft hair from his forehead. he instinctively wraps his arms around your middle.

“tell me.” he speaks amongst the silence.

“i thought you didn’t want me to?” you tease again.

“y/n… you’re not gonna be able to keep it from me for two more months. you might as well tell me now.” he huffs.

“i know, i know.” you reply as you continue to brush your fingers through his hair.

“she’s already given me lots of attitude, and people always say first born daughters are most like their fathers, so i had my suspicions.” you whisper as if there were anyone else in the room.

at first he doesn’t say anything, processing what has to be the second most life-altering news he’s ever heard (the first being when you’d told him you were pregnant at all. it was all very unexpected considering you hadn’t even made plans for marriage yet).

your delivery of the news may have seemed a bit backhanded in a way, yet hyunjin thought it was the sweetest thing he’d ever heard.

“it wasn’t an accident, was it?” he asks softly.

you give a weary laugh. “i couldn’t help myself.”

“i think we were both gonna break at some point anyways.” he giggles.

as the news settles, hyunjin’s eyes brim with tears that threaten to spill. he doesn’t know how to express his excitement so he’s resorted to this.

“i can already tell she’s gonna be such a daddy’s girl.” you tell him.

that broke him. he whines, tears beginning to fall as you pull him close. it's ironic that he's the emotional one right now, considering you're very pregnant and always moody, and he's always the one to comfort you.

if he’s honest, he was hoping for a baby girl. he was hoping that one day he could pick flowers with her, dress her up, keep her as his lock screen, dance with her, draw with her, laugh with her. and the answer to his hopes was handed to him on a silver platter.

then chan walks in, confused as ever.

“what the hell did you do to him?”

[antonton]

the picture

leeknow x reader, fluff - wc: 736

when you met minho, he’d been quiet and much more reserved. he wasn’t necessarily shy, just didn’t feel the need to share much about himself. it wasn’t until you’d made the effort to spend one on one time with him, indulging in your curiosity about the strange man, that there was a visible change in him.

it wasn't your intention to fall in love with him, but when he'd begun openly telling you about his childhood and the little things about himself, you couldn't help it.

once you started to come around, visiting him at practice or in the studio, the kids started to refer to him as tsundere. he would deny it but everyone knew it, that he was such a softie.

now here you are, a year and a half later. minho loves you to the moon and back, and you love him just the same. the previous night, you'd fallen asleep on the couch together, watching a movie while everyone else was out. minho had always kept his affection private, too shy to be too affectionate and to love on you in front of other people. you didn't mind, you understood. as long as he wasn't uncomfortable, you were happy.

the house is quiet, the sunlight peeking through the windows. minho is sound asleep curled into you. there's not much room to stretch your limbs on a couch like this with your broad-shouldered boyfriend who is basically on top of you, so you opt for closing your eyes and attempting to go back to sleep until minho gets up.

until, you hear the giggles.

minho wakes from his slumber at the sound, a small pout settled on his lips just like every other morning. his eyebrows furrow and he looks at you like you were the culprit.

until he hears them again, but this time it couldn't have been you.

click

the sound of camera clicking has him really waking up. opening his eyes, he expects to see just one. he didn’t expect to see everyone.

“yah! hwang hyunjin!” he grunts.

hyunjin knows he’s definitely done for when minho addresses him by his full name.

by now you’ve fully woken up as well. you’re also greeted with the sight of seven giggly boys.

“hyung, i didn’t know you actually liked y/n!” one of them jokes.

minho is visibly upset.

he doesn’t say anything, but picks you up quickly before making his way into his bedroom. you were impressed with his quick witted strength, especially after just waking up.

his hair disheveled in every which way, light smudges along his lips from your lip tint the night before, eyes puffy from the deep sleep the two of you had encountered before your rude awakening.

he sits you down on the bed and walks over to lock the door before lying down amongst the cold, vacant sheets of his bed.

“i’m sorry.” he mumbles as he pulls you against him once again, kissing against your hair.

“it’s okay, baby. you didn’t do anything wrong.” you reassure, tracing shapes along his bicep and attempting to hide your own giggles.

“why are you laughing?” he questions.

“you just look so cute right now.” you reply, twirling your fingers in his hair.

minho doesn’t question it, he already knows. he sighs and kisses your temple.

you make a nearly futile attempt to wipe off the smudges on his face with your sleeve. he hums, closing his eyes and attempting to relax.

“you love me soooo much!” you tease. you giggle as you hug him closer.

he opens one eye, unimpressed at your teasing, but this time he doesn’t object to it because he knows it’s just you and him, alone.

he presses a finger to your lips, “shh, don’t tell anyone.” he whispers jokingly, a grin now plastered all over his face.

this time he kisses your forehead, finally closing his eyes in an attempt to fall back asleep. and as your softie of a boyfriend finally falls back into a deep slumber, so do you.

all is well until six months later, you’re gifted that picture, framed and glossy for your anniversary, from the one and only hwang hyunjin.

“hwang hyunjin…” minho grumbles, yet this time not so opposed to his public whereabouts of your love as he pulls you against him.

a/n: not sure how i feel about this one.. it’s been in the drafts for a while 😵‍💫

[antonton]

the first snow

just fluff ! hyunjin x reader

“i probably should’ve brought an extra jacket.” you comment amongst the cold air as a violent shiver runs its course through your body.

you and hyunjin had been on a walk through the city when it started to snow. you were already miserable as it was already freezing cold out, but as the first snow began to fall with hyunjin attached to your side, you thought that maybe it wasn’t all that bad.

”should we go home?” hyunjin asks, worried more so about you than the temperature outside.

“no.” you reply, smiling up at him sweetly.

“i’ll give you my coat.” he insists, beginning to slide it down his arms.

“no- hyunjin, baby, you cant do that! you don’t have anything but your shirt on underneath that, you’ll get sick.” you stop him, forcing the jacket back up his shoulders.

“but you’re much more sensitive to the cold and i don’t want you to get sick.” he pushes.

your sweet boy, always very caring but never very logical.

“we can just go home, it’s ok.” you reassure, petting his hair from below.

and at that moment, a snowflake lands on the tip of your nose. it melts quickly due to your body heat, but hyunjin is far too mesmerized to look away.

he stares, and you stare back.

“what?” you giggle.

“you have snot running down your nose.” he tells you as if that were the reason for his staring, though it was the truth.

he uses his free hand— the one that wasn’t holding yours— to wipe your nose clean with his sleeve. he lets out a giggle at the way you scrunched your red nose in response to his wiping.

“that was gross. now you’ll have my snot on your sleeve.”

“i’m okay with that.” he responds, smiling down at you.

he didn’t say it, but he wanted to. you’re the only one whose nose he’d ever consider wiping. it sounds silly out loud but in his head it means a lot more. how his heart is so tangled and intertwined with your own that nothing about you could ever gross him out.

so as you walk home that evening, hyunjin makes sure to lock your hands in his own to keep them from the cold. it could be snowing out but the warmth of your beating hearts could never lose each other against the chilling winter air surrounding them.

and as the two of you lay in bed, warmth now spread throughout your bodies entirely, hyunjin couldn’t help but give his own gentle reminders of how much he loves you. whispering from above as he holds your head to his chest, placing the softest of kisses against your forehead and your freshly blow-dried hair. though in and out of consciousness, you could still retain his quiet confessions of admiration toward yourself, and keeping it as a reminder to tell him in the morning just how much you love him too.

a/n : it doesn’t really snow where i’m from but i had this idea and i thought it was just so sweet :( i hope you all enjoyed this, thank you for reading!!

[antonton]

antonton’s masterlist! ☆

welcome to my masterlist! ✧ ⋆ ˚ ★ . ✦ ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭*

i write fluff, mostly write for leeknow and hyunjin but am currently working on writing for the rest of the kids as well! ♡

bang chan

★ — none!

lee know

★ — don’t be mad

★ — impatience

★ — look

★ — the picture

seo changbin

★ — none!

hwang hyunjin

★ — untitled

★ — feel better

★ — come to bed

★ — the first snow

★ — spoiled it

han jisung

★ — none!

lee felix

★ — none!

kim seungmin

★ — none!

yang jeongin

★ — none!

[antonton]

look!

fluff , dad!minho x reader

your muscles ached as you finally stepped foot inside your home after what felt like months. minho followed behind, gently carrying the carseat that held the newest addition to your family. he was being extremely cautious, careful not to wake her by accidentally hitting the car seat against the doorframe or carrying it so close to his legs that he hits it himself.

you needed a nap. bad. minho was more than willing to let that happen. just one tiny problem.

the nursery wasn’t completely finished yet.

your little girl had decided to come a little earlier than expected so you and minho hadn’t yet finished putting some of the furniture together. he could call chan for help, but that was too much of a hassle. all minho wanted at the moment was to be alone with his new little family.

when you had called minho at 2:30 in the afternoon on a wednesday while he was at practice to tell him that your water broke all over your brand new rug in the living room, he nearly drowned while taking a sip of his water.

he didn’t waste a single second in getting home to you.

you were in the hospital for what felt like forever. labor and delivery went quickly, but the doctors insisted on extra examination due to the fact that your baby girl was three and a half weeks early.

luckily everything was normal, though, your baby was completely healthy and so were you.

finally you and your little girl were cleared to go home, and now here you were, standing in your living room worrying about how you we’re gonna clean the rug while minho carried in your belongings, and of course the baby.

he gently places the carseat down on the floor in front of you.

“i’ll go grab the bassinet so i can build it while you sit with her. will you be okay? i’ll be quick.” he inquires.

you smile up at him from where you’ve sat on the floor next to your little one. “i’ll be okay, min.”

he nods and shuffles out the room quickly, and suddenly the cats are swarming you.

“hi babies! i missed you!” you coo at them as you hold one hand on the carseat in an attempt to be closer to your baby without waking her.

the three of them collectively sniff the carseat, and then the baby. they must be wondering who this new little person is that happens to smell like you and minho.

you pray that they don’t wake her up. she seems to not cry much overall, which you’re grateful for, but she needs the sleep after the long night you had of trying to feed her.

“okay, i’m back!” minho announces as he enters the room with the large box containing the pieces to the bassinet.

“min! look!” you say, waving him over as he whips his head around to look at you.

“oh-” he gasps.

he gently sets down everything in his hands to sit next to you and watch what’s unfolding before his eyes.

soonie rubs his head against the baby’s tiny feet while the other two continue to sniff around.

it was a precious sight. minho definitely didn’t tear up a bit. (yes he did)

suddenly you hear tiny whines and whimpers coming from your little girl as she wakes, kicking her feet around slightly.

“oh oh oh- no, shoo!” minho waves the cats away.

the cats scramble and minho rests his chin on your shoulder as you attempt to calm your sleepy baby. you wouldn’t be happy if a cat woke you from your nap either.

her irritation subsided and she was calm again, tiny fists flailing like she wanted out of her seat.

“i’ll take her. you’re tired, take a nap.” he insists.

“but min- the bassinet.” you remind him.

“i know, i know, i’ll take care of it, don’t worry.” he reassures, gently grabbing your baby girl from your hands and softly placing her against his chest.

“are you sure?” you ask, a part of you not wanting to leave yet.

“i promise.” he whispers as he places a couple very soft kisses along your temple.

you stand up and stare down at your lover holding what’s possibly the most precious thing the two of you could create as he coos at her and her tiny hands.

and as you fall asleep that sweet afternoon, minho works tirelessly with only one free hand to finish building all the things you could possibly need for your baby. and not once did she stir in the safe hold of her father.

a/n: my mimo 😞 i love him so terribly

[antonton]

come to bed?

fluffy! hyunjin x reader,

2am, you quietly enter your home. it’s dark, it’s quiet, no sign of hyunjin.

the smell of freshly baked bread still lingers after hyunjin spent the evening trying to recreate his mother’s apple bread.

tiptoeing into the bedroom, you’re careful not to wake your sleeping boyfriend.

dropping your bags, you hear shuffling coming from the bed.

“baby?” hyunjin peeks from under the covers.

“oh- i’m sorry! did i wake you?” you worry.

“no, no, i’ve been up for a while. come to bed?” he ushers you.

“i will, need to shower first though.” you reassure your impatient lover.

he whines in protest as you bend to give him a quick kiss on the forehead before you maliciously abandon him yet again.

you hurriedly shower, eager to finally get some time with hyunjin after your long night.

finally climbing into your comfortable bed, hyunjin turns around to wrap his arms around you and hold you impossibly close, placing a few very soft kisses along your crown.

“how was it? did you have fun?” he asks, brushing your hair through his fingers.

“i guess it was fun, missed you though. it’s just hard to have fun being away from-”

her.

there’s that familiar sound again.

“i got it, you’re tired, go to sleep.” he spoke before kissing your forehead and unbinding you from each other.

rolling over and grabbing the baby monitor from his bedside, hyunjin mutes it before hopping out of bed.

he’s already heading out the door of your bedroom before you could say a word.

he told you to stay but you can’t help it. you follow behind him quickly, a man on a mission, his long legs carrying faster than yours ever could this late into the night.

nearly out of breath, placing your hands on his hips, you peek from behind hyunjin.

normally he would jump at the sudden touch from behind, but he was far too focused on the issue at hand.

“aigoo~ why is my baby crying?” he coos as he gently picks her up from her crib. he holds her gently in his arms and begins to ever-so-lightly rock her.

almost immediately she stops crying.

all you can do is sit back and watch in awe.

hyunjin has always been the favorite between the two of you, but you don’t really mind. she’s still your baby and of course she still loves you with all the emotion she can process at six months old.

she’s such a daddy’s girl and it absolutely melts your heart.

you sit on the chair in the corner of the room, overwhelmed with drowsiness. through tired eyes, you watch your boyfriend sing a makeshift song to try and get your daughter back to sleep.

“i think she’s hungry” he says as he turns to you sitting behind him.

except you’re sound asleep.

so once he’s finished feeding your daughter and putting her back to sleep, he gently scoops you from the chair, careful not to wake you— though not successful— and takes you back to bed.

you let out a whine in protest of him disturbing your sleep, but that doesn’t stop him from ensuring you’re comfortable. he tucks you in before then tucking himself in, settling into your previous position with your limbs intertwined, and placing kisses on your temple with some incoherent whispers in between.

forget his career, he’d rather spend his life taking care of the two of you if it meant moments like this.

a/n: i literally wrote this months ago and never posted it but baby fever got the best of me 💔

[antonton]

impatience

fluff ! minho x reader

lately, you and minho have become homebodies, finding it difficult to leave the comfort of your home.

you’ve spent most of your day at home, only leaving to pickup food for dinner. minho’s finally gotten a break after seemingly endless promotions and the two of you are using that to your advantage, making up for all the lost time together.

“baby?” minho calls out amidst the comfortable silence.

“hm?” you reply from the bathroom, finishing up your nightly routine.

”you coming?” he impatiently questions.

you hesitate before stepping out. “all done!”

from the bed, minho makes grabby hands at you with a pout on his lips.

if only they knew this side of him.

you giggle at your boyfriend’s behavior, grateful to be the one he trusts enough to be completely himself around.

clad in minho’s clothing, you settle in next to him on your respective side of the bed.

minho doesn’t hesitate to pull you close and nuzzle his head into your neck.

“love you.” he whispers into your neck, pressing a kiss behind your ear.

“love you too.” you squeeze his hand holding yours

minho takes almost no time to fall asleep, gripping your shirt tightly.

minho is always described as a tsundere, when really, he’s just a total softie.

you realize you forgot to brush your teeth, attempting to free yourself of minho’s grip and standing up out of bed.

“nooooo” minho groans between consciousness, his grip still strong on your (his) shirt.

“minho, baby, i forgot to brush my teeth” you protest, trying to unbound minho’s grip from your clothing.

“i don’t care” he whines, pulling you down to the bed once again.

you free your shirt of his hand, bending down to press a featherlight kiss on his pout. eyes still closed, he reaches for you as you walk away, as if you had left him stranded on the bed to fend for himself.

you brush your teeth in no rush, taking your time to get everything clean and minho gets very impatient.

“come back to bed, pretty.” he mumbles as he enters the bathroom behind you. he rubs his eyes of sleep and walks a slow pace. you can tell he’s exhausted but you know he won’t go back to sleep unless you go with him. he’s quite stubborn sometimes, but that doesn’t make you love him any less.

he hugs you from behind while you finish up, resting his head on your shoulder. sometimes minho just needs a little more love and attention and he’ll demand it when he doesn’t get exactly what he wants.

he nearly falls asleep right there, but you push him along, back to bed.

“min, cmon” you take him by the hand, leading him to comfort.

once returned, minho once again wraps his arms around you, just this time a little more secure.

“wait- i think i forgot to turn off the hall li-“

“no no no, go to sleep. the electricity bill can handle a few more extra dollars. it’s okay” he cuts you off, petting your head and leaving a couple more kisses along your shoulder.

you sigh in defeat, finally giving minho what he wants. who could say no to him, anyways?

a/n i just love him so terribly 😞 he makes me so soft

[antonton]

feel better

fluffy ! 0.7k words

as the slow shrill of cries began from across the house, you went into a panic.

“hyunjin! what happened!?” you yell from across the house.

he doesn’t reply.

worried, you speed walk to where the sound was coming from— the kitchen, finding your dark-haired boyfriend crouched on the ground, consoling your four-year-old niece.

“aigoo~ eunha don’t cry, hyunjinnie will make you feel better!” hyunjin coos at your niece who seems to have fallen down.

you slightly cringe at the baby voice he uses when he speaks to her, but you can’t help that his sweet, gentle tone melts your heart just a little bit.

he notices you standing in the doorway of your kitchen as he moves her to his lap.

“she just tripped is all, little kids, ya know.” he whispers to you over her cries, petting her head in attempt to comfort her.

“i see.”

“maybe we should take her to bed now? it’s getting late and she’ll probably be sleepy when she’s finished crying.” hyunjin noted.

“i think you’re right.” you sigh into the creeping darkness of your home as the sun begins to set.

hyunjin carries her as you follow behind, taking eunha to the guest bedroom she was staying in while she spends a few days with you and hyunjin in your shared home.

already in her pajamas, you tuck her into bed, you and hyunjin sitting with her until she falls asleep. you give her a quick kiss on the forehead before you leave, disappointed that she’s already fallen asleep but glad that you can finally get some alone time with your boyfriend.

eunha keeps hogging your hyunjin.

you can tell hyunjin’s tired from the way his eyes droop and his head hangs low as he brushes his teeth next to you. hyunjin finishes, leaving you to the rest of your nightly routine.

entering your bedroom, you see your lover already beginning to doze off amongst the warmth of your sheets. you crawl in next to him, about to give him a kiss and wish him a goodnight before he forces himself to speak out of his sleepy state.

“y/n”

the way he said your name was worrisome, a serious tone you’ve only heard him use a few times.

“hm?”

"actually... nevermind." he waves it off, returning his bedhead to the pillow.

"oh, are you sure?" you pry, too nosy to let it go, yet still worried that something was wrong. you can tell something is on his mind by the way his brows furrow slightly.

"i just- i don't know." he groans, hands rubbing at his face like he's in distress.

you knew it wouldn't be hard to get it out of him. he's stubborn but when he has something to say, he says it.

"you know you can tell me anything? you don't have to right now if you don't want to, it's alright." you whisper comfortingly, running your fingers through his thick locks.

hyunjin sighs before speaking. "you want kids, right?"

the question shocks you a bit, you hesitate before answering.

"i mean, sure. i don't really mind, i've always imagined it would be nice to have kids but if the person i'm spending the rest of my life with doesn't, that's ok too."

"oh, ok." hyunjin releases a breath he didn't know he was holding, relaxing as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. "so... if i said i did, that would be ok, right?"

you don't reply, you just giggle, all while hyunjin is wrapping his arms around your middle and hiding his face in your chest.

aside from a kiss on your shoulder, he stays silent, too shy to show you the blush that's spread all over his body after getting himself all flustered.

you look down at hyunjin, smiling widely to yourself, thinking about how happy you were that you'd gotten so lucky finding someone like him. he was yours, your hyunjin.

"we'll have our own babies one day, ok? there's nothing to worry about, my love" you mutter softly, still playing with his hair, trying to break hyunjin out of his hiding. "unless they keep you from me as much an eunha does, then we'll have a problem." you joke, and at that hyunjin giggles.

"never." hyunjin finally replies, lifting his head to give you a quick kiss of gratitude.

with hyunjin wrapped around you, soon enough the two of you doze off, dreaming of your future and the special moments to come.

i finally got my hands on a hyunjin baby photocard and i felt i had to write about it! i don't really like this one but idk .. maybe it'll grow on me

[antonton]

don’t be mad

just fluff !

“i’m home!” you announce as you enter.

the house was dark and minho’s shoes weren’t by the door. no sign of minho whatsoever.

“minho?” you call out in worry of where in the world your lover could be. he had the day off today, and as someone who doesn’t like to go out much, he couldn’t have gone far.

“i’m in here!” you hear him respond from your bedroom.

you let out a sigh of relief that your love was indeed home, yet still confused as to why the house was so dark and his shoes were missing.

you walk toward your shared bedroom, opening the door slowly to the only room in the house with light.

“minho, why are the lights off and-“

“jagi, don’t be mad…”

“minho… why is there a random cat in my bedroom”

“i couldn’t help it i’m sorry!”

“minho, we have three already! you can’t keep doing this!”

“you can’t tell me she’s not the cutest thing ever!” he whines, holding the little black kitten in his hands up to show you.

unfortunately, you had to agree. she was indeed, the cutest thing ever.

you sigh, crouching to minho’s height where he sat with his legs spread out on the floor. next to minho, you reach out to let the kitten sniff your hand before petting her.

she then begins to pet herself against your hand and minho flashes a heart-wrenchingly cute smile.

you’ll admit that your heart melts just a little at the sight.

“i guess we can keep her”

“you said that about the last two”

“but no more after this, four cats is enough.”

“that’s what what you said last time”

“yah! shut up!” you punch his arm and he laughs, holding his bicep where you punched him, in pain.

but how could you ever be mad. especially when she’s taken such a liking to you, and especially when months later you’re awoken by a little black kitty nipping at your wrists for food every morning.

“lee minho this is your fault.” you whisper-yell as he hums, wrapping his arms tighter around your waist. he presses kisses to your neck and shoulder from behind as he mutters a gentle “love you” in between each of them.

you don’t think he quite understood what you said but it’s the thought that counts.

thank u for reading! this was inspired by my very own little black kitty! does anyone else’s cat nip at their wrists? she’s always done this and i’m just confused 😭

[antonton]

you weren’t scheduled to arrive in melbourne for another few days. you had planned to see hyunjin and the rest perform their second show in australia after hyunjin begged so incessantly for you to come.

that was, until their manager had called to ask if you could come as soon as possible. you were half asleep, taking your afternoon nap, when he called. so all you made out from his words were “hyunjin…migraine…sick…need you” and then once you had regained consciousness, “could you make time in your schedule to arrive in melbourne tomorrow morning?”

so you packed your things and then left on your way to the airport, bright and early at 3:30 AM.

hyunjin hadn’t been answering your texts or your calls for the last twenty-four hours and you had grown extremely worried. from what you heard from the manager, you hoped it wasn’t that bad. maybe just a small head cold, but hyunjin gets migraines occasionally and maybe this time he forgot to pack his medication, which could mean the worst.

the manager let you into his hotel room. it was dark, very little light pouring in from the full-glass balcony doors that looked as if someone had attempted to cover them with a curtain, yet somehow failed at such a simple task.

“hyunjin-ah” you call his name gently as you enter.

you walked toward his bed where he laid.

“y/n?” hyunjin whispered as he shuffled around in the sheets.

“what are you doing here?” he continued, while attempting to cover his eyes with his hand, almost as if he had been outside on a sunny day, shielding his sensitive eyes from the sun.

“your manager called, don’t you know?” you say while crouching to the bed’s height, now face to face with a sleepy hyunjin.

“oh”

“how are you feeling, angel?” you spoke ever-so-gently. your soft, sweet tone laced with sugar, with the beloved pet name you had given hyunjin early into your relationship.

though in pain, your words and your tone made hyunjin’s heart flutter and his stomach churn, a soft smile creeping it’s way up his cheeks.

“missed you” he then frowned with his eyes shut, his body turned toward yours. you began to run your fingers through his damaged- yet soft, bleached blonde hair.

“join me?” he asks, patting the empty space next to him on the bed.

you slowly stand from your previous crouching position before removing your bag and your shoes to crawl in next to him.

you crawl in next to your sleepy boyfriend, letting yourself become one with the sheets as you get comfortable.

he turns to rest his head on your chest, his fingers reaching underneath your shirt.

“and how are my favorite girls?” he asks quietly amongst the silence of the room, softly tracing your 7-month-pregnant-belly before leaning down to press light kisses all over.

“she wouldn’t stop kicking after you left”

“she must’ve missed me”

“she’s not even born yet but already such a daddy’s girl” you sigh.

hyunjin giggles at the pout on your lips and you couldn’t help but then giggle yourself.

“you’re ok, though? you question him, suddenly remembering why you were even here in the first place.

“i am now that you’re here.” he sniffles, failing to hide his illness from you.

a/n: i haven’t written a fic in years but i was inspired by a dream i had so i just went with it 😭