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[coffee-for-himchan]

“I’m feeling down Because there’s no Superman in the world I feel really down Because there’s no love in this world Feeling lonely is so scary I feel like I’m trapped in a depression even if I run away Who is gonna listen to my story again? If I fall asleep, seems I won’t wake up tomorrow night I’m just going to sing alone, alone, alone Today I want to cry quietly I’m just going to dance alone, alone, alone 1, 2, 3 and 2, 2, 3”

— Bang Yongguk, Journey (cr. @yjay_twt)

[coffee-for-himchan]

Okay, so, don’t mind me with this rant that i'm sure many others have already written, but, like, it's a very bittersweet moment for me right now and I sort of feel guilty for the few tears that have already rolled down my cheeks, because I feel like I shouldn’t feel sad but I still sort of do? 

Ot6 have been mistreated and mismanaged countless time during these 7 years they���ve been under ts, but were always still giving their best and jumping over their limits to prove others and themselves what beautiful things they are capable of. They had the same dream and were determined to accomplish it together. There’s been so many times they have proved how important they are to each other and how much they treasure babyz, and the talks (and memes) about ts being a complete shitshow have been around for forever - they’ve always thrown shade at ts, we’ve always thrown shade at ts, it was an endless cycle of all that, but at the end of the day ot6 were under that company and we showed support, not for ts but for b.a.p. But now that the statement about everyone’s contracts having expired is finally here (took ts long enough), even though I should feel good because they won’t be mistreated and mismanaged anymore and they’re free to go and are able to do what they want now, I also can’t help but feel a little, I don’t know.. Uncertain? Like, does that make any sense?

I’m happy for them. I’m happy that they’re free to do what they want now, I’m happy they’re able to make their own decisions, that though no one knows what the future holds exactly they can shape it however they want. There’s so much potential in each and single one of them, and I still feel like they’ve only showed glimpses of what they’re actually capable of. They’re powerful as a team but are just as powerful as individuals, like, the music industry better watch out because this ain’t over yet. They’ll be back, individually or together, and they’ll be better than ever

But I also start to realize that they officially aren’t “b.a.p” anymore, that I won’t ever get that Youtube notification about a new b.a.p mv dropping, that my cd shelf literally stacked to the brim with b.a.p cds is sort of history now, and that’s what brings me down a bit - the fact that b.a.p is over. Ot6 isn’t, but b.a.p is.

Anyways, all of that aside, they’re just getting started. This ain’t the end of ot6, and I’m curious about what will come next for each and single one of them. It might not be easy for them now, but when has anything been easy, to be honest? So the best thing to do right now is to just give them plenty of time and plenty of support. They’ve helped me overcome so many things over the last few years that no matter what happens, I’ll always be there to support them.

[coffee-for-himchan]

scary love | jongup

Word count: 3.4 k+

Genre/warnings: fluff, university AU, post-university AU, shy!reader

Summary: Developing a crush and falling in love for the first time was scary af, but he knew you weren’t scared of him. More of the possibility of screwing your chanced with him up

(A/N) This is not entirely, but somewhat partially inspired by The Neighbourhood's song "Scary Love", as I'm slowly starting to psych myself up for attending their concert this week and this is one of my favorites off of their most recent album.

Everything seemed so, so scary in the beginning.

First, it was the sudden realization that your eyes trailed over to where he sat at in the very back of the room way too often. Way too often for it to be considered an accident or an unintentional amount of looks, at least. Each time, he wouldn't notice anything to be off, would just occasionally turn his head when talking to a coursemate or when in need for peaking at somebody else's notes. Completely unaware of somebody watching him subtly.

At those rare moments when his head somehow shot into your direction, your eyes would go wide and you'd look elsewhere. Sometimes it resulted in brief eye contact before you'd frantically turn your head, but you assured yourself that it was fine, he wouldn't think anything of it. He didn't know you. He probably wouldn't think that anybody he didn't properly know would notice him in first place.

And that would scare you. The fact that he might notice that you'd noticed him in this absurd mass of people.

Then there was the fact that everything about him seemed to spark some sort of interest in you recently. There wasn't anything particularly noteworthy about him, or at least it seemed like there shouldn't be, since he was rather quiet, not too quiet but not a loud conversationalist either, often passive when it came to social interactions or activities, without any noteworthy study achievements under his belt, without much intention to shine among his fellow coursemates. His face, though not lacking defined lines and magnificently sharp bone structure, according to beauty standard, wasn't the one of a model's, and his slightly shortish frame seemed to always disappear in the masses.

Still, he was noticeable. He may not be everyone's cup of tea, but he certainly had a charm to him that others did not possess, even when he was showing up to lectures in stretched out sweatpants, oversized tent-like shirts and a bedhead. He was your cup of tea. It was hard to tear your eyes away from the sight.

And that's what truly scared you. The fact that one second you were trying to get by with your life, trying not to drown, trying to make yourself believe that everything was alright even though you knew it certainly wasn't, and the next thing you know you're daydreaming about him. About him coming up to you, smiling a little. Sheepishly sliding his fingers in between yours as the fingertips of his other hand tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear before caressing your cheek. Him, after seeing you curled pouty lip and tired eyes, just cradling the back of your head with a large, warm hand, and pulling you into his chest, or, well, shoulder - you always tended to imagine him a little taller than he actually was, but only by accident, and re-imagined everything the second you spotted your mistake. And from then on the daydream sort of evaporated. One moment he was there, holding you tightly and calmly like an island in the middle of an upcoming storm, and the next moment you were back in class, alone.

You never dared to imagine more than that. For various reasons.

Thing is, you felt like you were obligated to not need anybody's comfort. You'd lived for so long without it that you felt it was only logical to go on that way. It was stupid, really, the way most humans were made to long for attention even when they could live without it just fine. You fell into that little tiny part of society that longed for something they had restrained themselves away from. That was your everyday.

But the warm feeling that spreads across your cheeks when you're walking through the hallway right behind him or the thumping of your heart when he was near, your mind telling you not to look despite knowing you wouldn't listen anyways - it was all there. The only signs that were required for you to realize.

It was scary, developing feelings for somebody. Especially when it was your first time doing so, and when that somebody was as far away from you as Pluto was from the Sun. Light years away, light years ahead. Ethereal and unreachable and just an object to admire.

Sadly, admiring him from afar was a bit more challenging than first anticipated. What did you expect from somebody with zero high school sweetheart experience, not even a clue how it was to a find interest in somebody? A few unaware stares and shy remarks later, word started to spread around campus that (Y/N) had a crush on Jongup.

But it wasn't supposed to be this way. No one should've known about it. It was your secret. You weren't right for him anyways, what was there so special about you that he could possibly take interest in? Deep down in your heart, you wanted to believe it was nonsense. Partially at least. You didn't want anything to do with him. He stressed you out more than anything, and you were alright with just admiring him from afar. You didn't even want to imagine him hearing about the rumors in first place.

He did. And he shrugged them off. And it broke your heart.

One would think he'd have to react somehow, but he didn't. The naive little part of you was devastated not to see him glancing, not to see him approaching, but what did you expect? There was no obligation for him to do so if he wasn’t interested. He still acted like you didn't exist. He only knew your name. He didn't seem like he needed to know more than that. Although maybe he just didn't believe everything he heard.

Days went on. So did weeks, which turned into months, which ended up being another whole semester. Admiring from afar had become your specialty. Even far away at home and parted from everything and everyone while on break, he remained in your head for the whole time, somewhere at the back of your mind, the image of his strong arms wrapped around your waist being too addictive to be left alone and forgotten on nights when you couldn’t fall asleep. The longing you felt the second you saw him on the first day of the new hellish semester almost seemed desperate. It was desperate. You wanted him to notice you so bad.

And it was silly, how easily things sometimes came to be, but he did. Unpurposefully.

"Can I sit here?"

His voice, coming from nowhere, startled you enough to jump at it a little. Your eyes eventually found his, and with a pause that had started heading into the awkward direction, you finally nodded, realizing what he wanted.

(Y/N), talk, goddamnit.

"Yeah, s-sure."

Nice one. Two words, one stutter. Why can't you ever keep it together?

The little tingle in your voice came by him unnoticed, or at least he didn't throw you a glance or rethink his decisions of his today's location. With less grace than imagined, he plopped down into the chair next to yours, rummaging through his bag. In the corners of your eyes, you scanned the area where his usual seat was at. Some other bloke had comfortably nested in there, and by the arms carelessly thrown behind his head and the loud conversations he lead with nearby sitting people, it didn't look like he'd leave anytime soon.

"Crap..."

Before more curses could fall from Jongup's lips, the professor asked for everybody's attention, and he stopped fiddling around. With a tossed open notebook lying in front of him, he narrowed his eyes into the distance, his head resting on his arm. His lip having curled into a little unintentional pout and his cheek a little puffy.

Ten minutes in you realized he didn't bring anything to write with. Was it so hard to ask?

You slid a pen over to him without saying anything. Sort of hoping he wouldn't notice first, and eventually would just look down to the object neatly sitting in front of him, pretend that it had been there all along. Would take it and not say a word.

His eyes did register the movement across the table though. The look he gave you was grateful. A bit of that.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

Well done. No stutter this time around.

Fifteen minutes more into the lecture you felt like he was watching you. And not just at moments, but all the time. It made you uneasy and before you knew it, you’d visibly stiffened up. Jongup raised a brow.

"I'm blind like a bat," he explained without much more to it, sheepishly poking at your fingers that were laid across some more words he wanted to copy into his notebook, "And forgetful of my glasses. I hope you don't mind."

He’s just copying your notes, take it easy. Just the notes.

Forgetful of his glasses.. Amongst other things. He was such a mess, but still caused all these feelings inside your chest, so you simply nodded and shoved your notebook a little closer to his side. Another quiet thank you escaped his lips, but you didn't want to respond.

It was scary. How nervous he got you by just sitting next to you. How nervous you felt to even open your mouth around him.

This became a daily thing. He would come, say a quiet hello. Sometimes he'd forget stationery and you'd pass it to him silently and generously. His glasses were more of a myth than an everyday occurrence, but the few times you'd actually seen them on his nose, they'd looked gloriously comfortable, suiting him well. The nervousness you felt around him didn't substitute or cease.

He'd stated your handwriting was better than the one of his previous desk buddy. once he'd even said he felt like he could concentrate here better than there, since you were completely silent and didn't constantly bug him. That’s why he’d apparently come to sit here. Fair point. Conversation really was kept at a minimum for various reasons, and for the better, you thought.

He seemed to hold similar beliefs. Until one day.

The note had appeared on your notebook randomly. As you glanced down at it in question, you were certain it hadn't been there just a moment ago, and threw the girl to your right a questioning look. A forced caught from the left made you jump a little. It seemed as if he wanted to tell you something with it. Cautiously, your fingers trailed over the folded piece of paper and opened it up, not looking over to him.

Jongup's scribbly handwriting was messily covering the page.

"Is that assignment due to next Tuesday? Did I hear correctly?"

Wasn't it easier to just ask you, not scribble a note? Raising your brow at him, you didn’t get a reply. He was looking right ahead, pretending to pay attention... Pretending, because the corners of his mouth were lifted in a little cheeky smirk, and you knew he was silently waiting for your reaction. 

You inked your reply right underneath his question before passing it back to him. The next string of text was passed to you less than two minutes later.

And that's how it started.

Scribbly back-and-forth talk was comfortable for both of you. It didn’t really bother you to study, kept you entertained every free minute, but more than that, you could finally talk to him without constantly feeling too nervous to tie two words together. 

Pages and notes started becoming too complicated. One day he showed up with an extra notebook, just for the talks. That notebook seemed to be the only thing consistent with him - he could forget everything, just not this. Because, for an odd reason, that would mean that your conversation would be cut short. And it had become a comfortable part of everyday life neither of you wanted to miss out on.

And it was scary, to start talking to him. But his method of doing it eased the situation. 

It was a regular Friday afternoon. Last lecture before another weekend would roll around the corner. Your eyes registered Jongup’s movements, his pen once again inking words on a page of your conversation notebook. You let him finish his business, waited for him to sit back against the chair. As the professor’s monologue ceased and he started rummaging for some papers he was in need of in order to explain the final part of the topic, you let your eyes wander across the page.

“Why don’t you ever talk to me?”

It was so straightforward it made your heart race again. Jongup rarely asked anything. You looked over to him, wanting to open your mouth, wanting to get out some sort of sound. It didn’t happen. You lowered your eyes again, gulping down a knot that hat built in your throat. It felt different when you were talking to him through the notebook. The lined pages provided some sort of comfort and safety than an actual conversation didn’t. It was less open, less vulnerable. 

You simply tapped at the page, to which he briefly looked into your eyes before leaning back up front. It was so quick, you didn’t anticipate the motion in the least. The moment you realized how close he was now, you instinctively pulled away a little.

“No, I mean as in actually talking. Why don’t you?”

He looked up to you again, seeming closer than before. Had he moved? Had he leaned in more? You felt too afraid to look away, too nervous to keep staring. He felt the anxiety coursing through your veins from a mile away. Practically heard your heart thumping against your chest. Yet he didn’t let up.

“Is it because you’re too shy?”

He didn’t look up, just paused after every written line. You remained quiet.

“Is it because you stutter every time you say something to me?”

You closed your eyes briefly, wanting to curse. He did notice. All this time, he had noticed and knew it. Why did he pretend he didn’t?

“Is it because you think I’m not alright with it?”

Would he be alright though? Wouldn’t it be annoying?

“Are you nervous around me?”

Nearby students started chatting quietly. Briefly glancing at the clock, you figured it was near end of the lecture. He was right. He always got you feeling nervous.

“Scared of me?”

Conversation from all around became louder. The professor was saying his final words for the day, about to dismiss everybody and wish them a hardworking and productive weekend. But you couldn’t possibly listen. Not now, in this situation.

“Do you like me?”

It honestly felt like your heart was about to stop. It was too much.

Before you noticed it, you were shoving your things away into your messenger bag. It was too much. He wasn’t supposed to know, but he knew. He wasn’t supposed to bring it up, because you’d grown used to just admiring him from afar. This Jongup that had cornered you today demanding for answers and the one you usually talked to through the notebook were two different people.

“Wait.”

His hand landed on your upper arm the very moment you rose from your chair and were literally about to run, his voice lingering in the little space above your heads for longer. Most people had left the room by now. You felt the palms of your hands covering in a thin layer of sweat as you slowly sat back in your chair, folded your arms over your lap and watched him grabbing his pen again.

He was writing for quite a while, during which you simply anxiously sat and waited with your eyes glued to your lap. And then, he closed the notebook. Looked back at you. Shoved it in front of you and stood up, leaving you with it. His fingers brushing down your arm gently before pulling away as he left you sitting there completely alone.

For the whole day you tried to forget about the notebook, but couldn’t. Curiosity was gnawing at you, and you finally caved in the moment you walked through your dormitory’s door, propping down on the couch and anxiously flipping through the pages.

There was so much conversation. With your heart beating immensely fast, you found the page he’d scribbled on today.

“Are you nervous around me?”

“Scared of me?”

“Do you like me?”

You stared at the bottom of the page, afraid to flip it over. It was scary, how much you feared he might write you off. How much you feared he might not sit next to you next Monday. How much you wanted him to.

Take a deep breath. Flip it over.

“Because I like you. A lot. I could write about it but I’d most definitely run out of pages, and we’d have to sit here for long. Until sunrise. And then some more, because I have a lot to say.”

It was so scary, to meet him the very next evening after you’d read this over and over again for several times, trying to reassure yourself that it wasn’t a bad joke or a blunt lie. But with a deep breath, you showed up at his dorm room’s door. In two hours time you were walking down nameless nightly streets hand in hand. In another hour conversation was a fluent thing that seemed to never have been missing in first place. In two more hours you were kissing right under the stars.

And it was scary too, but his soft lips moved against yours with such ease and grace that it felt like gravity had given up on the two of you, and you were floating somewhere mid-air in time and space, not belonging to a certain time frame or surroundings. Just his arms. The same arms you’d been wrapped up in all of your daydreams. Same arms that had locked you up safely in them because he knew. He knew you were afraid, but not of him. Just genuinely afraid of doing something wrong, because you wanted this so much, but just didn’t know how to do it.

He never took it for granted and always made it his priority to make you feel safe in your actions. And that’s how the fears started to cease.

Now, more than just a few years down the line, you looked back at that time with the fond smile of all playing across your lips. The photographs you’d finally finished sorting were now sitting in a fresh, new photo book, and you rose from your comfortable position on the bed, heading towards the commode to store it away in a safe place.

The front door creaked open and closed with a loud thud. Your smile didn’t fade as you instinctively headed for the bedroom door, and then to the hallway, running a hand through your messy hair.

Memories kept flooding you. Of all those times when he said it was alright, of all those times when he mended your worries and calmed your nerves. All those times he took your shaky fingers in between his and told you that you couldn’t do wrong, all those times you were uncertain he said that he’d lead, and all you had to do was follow. All your past and your present, everything that would follow.

“Hey,” he instinctively smiled a little as he saw you appearing in the hallway, kicking off his shoes and hanging up his jacked before he turned back to you, his eyes softly gazing you up and down. Your fingertips ghosted over his cheek before wrapping around the nape of his neck, almost getting tangled up in the collar of his shirt. It was the ring’s fault, you thought.

You’d told him that the engagement ring was way too big already dozens of times, but he said that no other ring he’d ever seen was worthy of being put on your finger. You remember the way you cried when he put in on that same finger for the first time, remembered how your hands kept trembling until he took them in his own warm ones and held them tightly. How you choked up and he hugged you, chuckling at your outburst of emotions. There was nothing to cry about, he reassured. You could continue being happy from then on.

That was two years ago.

Your lips locked with his gently, like they did back then. Like they always did. His hand trailed down your arm, down your shoulder before finally hooking around your waist. You still felt the cold trail his wedding ring left across your skin, and smiled at that as well.

The wedding was teary too, and despite all that, you remember how you couldn’t stop smiling. It was the happiest day of your life. With all your friends, all your relatives, a beautiful beach, a blown-off into the water veil, a cake-faced Jongup sharing his toothy and slightly crooked smiles with you, a night of laughing and opening presents and cuddling into the sunrise. Breakfast in bed. You calling him hubby for the first time and him making a grimace. Those things started back then and haven’t ceased yet.

That was a year ago.

“How are you feeling?”

You chucked a little over his never-fading worry. But he wasn’t the only one who was worried, through for the first time in your life, you felt like you were less worried about something than him. Even if it probably should be the other way around.

“You keep asking the same question all over again.. I’m fine, Uppie, not any different from normal and usual. You worry too much.”

His large, warm hand gently rested against your middle, his eyes immediately obtaining a certain spark as his forehead pressed against yours and he looked down. You hadn’t announced it to anyone yet, not your friends or relatives or anyone, because you were still in the stage of trying to believe it yourselves. The gentle, still barely-there curve that was slowly forming where his palm laid now was real, and it was of most importance. It was so small still, so unnoticeable, sometimes he asked himself if it was maybe just a figment of his imagination. But there was proof, and more important than that, he could feel it. A new life starting to blossom right there, one he was responsible for. One he wanted to take care of.

“I have all the rights to worry,” he answered quietly, smiling as he looked back up to meet your eyes, “It’s a new experience for me too, I have all the rights to be worried about you and our little bean.”

Memories. Memories of the ever-so-brave Jongup and the always slightly scared you arose and didn’t leave. You felt a certain warmth spreading across your chest as you looked back at him, back at the man who had given his all to you. His youth and his time, his efforts and his resources, his love, for god’s sake. His back to hide behind, his chest to bury your nose in, his hand in marriage, and so much more than that.

“Does it scare you? The uncertainty of the future? The changes we’re about to experience?”

You’d expected him to catch onto the reference, to laugh at it a little perhaps. But instead, he simply bit his lips and nodded, staying untypically serious.

Yes, he was somewhat scared of the future. But more than that, he was absolutely thrilled for it.

“But I don’t mind being scared, because I’m with you. And you constantly give me all the courage I’ll ever need.”

[coffee-for-himchan]

Youngjae and ‘why’d you have to be better then me at my own game?

I literally made a momentary split-second decision of driving a fair share of kilometers to buy a console I could barely afford just earlier today, and currently I’m broke as hell but boy am I thrilled for hours upon hours of ignoring reality’s existence and leaping through dungeons and shit ‘cause ya girl’s gonna play every single Zelda game title she can get her hands on, that’s for sure

And I love how this one turned out, thanks for the request!~

“Youngjae-ah… When are we going to watch that movie?”

You pouted and tugged on the sleeve of his shirt again, triggering a fond stare and a little chuckle. Youngjae, already more than aware that watching him play video games wasn’t what you’d originally signed up for, didn’t want to put the controller down just yet, but at the same time knew that your patience was running low.

But maybe you two didn’t even have to watch that movie tonight… Even in his game collection, there were plenty of fun, rather competitive games in which you could challenge each other, making it a fun evening. His glance traveled over your features again and he decided to try his luck. You were a great sort when it came to playing along to all his scenarios.

“Hey, what are you doing?” you asked a little warily, a little curiously as he quietly rose from his comfortable position on the couch, lazily making his way over to the console and exchanging game discs, taking his sweet time in completing the task.

“Youngjae… You promised me a movie night, not watching you playing games for hours in a row.”

Your pout was met with a controller being tossed into your direction, and catching it just in time to prevent it hitting you right in the stomach, you watched in question as he made his way back to the couch, made himself comfortable, waited for the game to load up.

“Youngjae..”

“Let’s play just a few rounds, and you’ll quickly get to see how fun and addictive it can get,” he said, a little smirk being plastered across his face as he immediately started fiddling with the game menu the very second it was fully loaded. Being torn between complaining again and actually trying to beat his ass for once, you decided to opt in for the latter.

“Then prepare to weep like a little baby when you lose to me,” you answered in a determined tone, bringing your knees up to your chest and nestling into a more comfortable position.

“Wow, take it down a notch,” he teased, a little surprised yet amused about your sudden outburst of competitiveness, “But I have to admit, I like the spirit. Though this is my game, sweetie, and your chances are very slim.”

Little did he know that even though it was “his game”, it wasn’t exactly his lucky day, and the stars had aligned in your favor tonight. At least that’s what he liked to think, fighting a tougher battle than he first intended to since apparently you’d gotten very good at this game recently. You threw him subtle, amused glances, noticing how his stance became more and more serious and competitive over each new mistake or loss, how extremely confident he got after every win and how much of a sour loser who pulled a ton of excuses he was when he lost again. But it was funny to watch him acting this way. It was funny, because you saw his internal battle between being a sore loser and a sweetie who’s heart swelled to see his girlfriend scoring so high in a game he loved.

“Well, technically, that last one wasn’t fair because-”

“All or nothing, how about that?” you proposed the freshly generated idea to him, seeing how a new spark immediately lit up in his eyes, “And this time around, without excuses. And if I win, you have to admit defeat and crown me as the true game master.”

Greed and a thrill for challenges lined his face, and he leaned in a little, curling his lips into a mischievous smirk.

“Agreed.”

Guess who won that round?

“Hm, look at that,” you placed the controller down on the couch, crossing your arms over your chest and turning your head to him to see that he was still blankly staring at the television, still puzzled and non-believing of the leaderboard displayed on the screen, with your name being just one space above his, “I think somebody’s about to pass their crown onto the true legend.”

Youngjae slowly turned to face you, and in reality, his face wasn’t even as sour as you’d imagined it to be. It was the complete opposite, to be honest - with a tingle of joy somewhere there, with some curiosity to how this happened in the first place.. With his features soft and fond, as if he felt proud of you.

“Why’d you have to be better then me at my own game?” his voice, now soft and intrigued, mirrored his facial features completely.

“Because victories aren’t always healthy for you, they can easily get to your head,” you reached over and tapped his temple a few times playfully, your lips curling into a smile slowly but steadily, “Now, I demand the crown.”

Youngjae swiftly scooped up the game case, opening it and playfully putting it on the top of your head while humming the intro to Warrior. Though not the crown you’d initially desired, it made you laugh a lot, and instead of listening to more of his shenanigans you discarded of the case and leaned in quickly, using the fact that he was rather close now to steal a kiss.

“Don’t be sour, okay?” you asked him kindly, to which he chuckled and leaned in again to kiss you once more. Controllers long forgotten, your hand cupped his cheek, and you felt him making efforts to tug you closer, eventually managing to comfortably settle you in his lap without breaking the kiss, making it out to be a little congratulation of your victory, a sign that he was happy too.

“How could I be?” he asked as he pulled away, his voice all of a sudden getting a whole lot quieter, as if he was a little shy to admit the next bit, “You’re so cute when you’re competitive, and each of your wins makes me feel a little prouder.”

“Really?” you wanted to roll your eyes at him but couldn’t, since the atmosphere had taken a sudden sweet turn and you weren’t about to ruin it, “Didn’t sound that way when you were drawing excuses for every time you-”

“It ain’t easy for me to admit defeat, okay?” he cut you off before you could re-cap any of the previous gameplay, still not being to wipe that mischievous smile off of his face, “But you’re good at this. And I’m glad I finally have some thrilling competition.”

[coffee-for-himchan]

Yongguk and cuddles please~ love your writing

done!! Hope it meets your expectations!~

The bed dipping in under Yongguk’s weight was the highlight of your evening.

You were exhausted. So much work, so much pressure.. Your worries didn’t exactly cease to exist the moment your back hit the bed either, no. They only bottled up more, plus the realization that tomorrow wouldn’t be any different compared to today. It would always be work, responsibility, pressure and such.

Yongguk’s arm that slowly wrapped around your waist seemed to make it all better in the time span of a heartbeat.

Automatically, used to experience immediate peace by just being exposed to his touch, you let out a content sigh, snuggling further into the pillow and the blankets. Noticing the action right away, Yongguk paused for a moment before resuming his movements at a softer pace, as if not to disturb your partial slumber even more than he already has.

“Are you still awake?”

You mumbled something in return, hoping it was enough for him to understand that you were somewhere between consciousness and dreamland. He didn’t say anything more than that and simply continued settling in. The moment after his chest pressed against your back you felt a shiver coursing down your spine - for some reason, his body temperature seemed oddly cold compared to yours, or maybe you’d just spent too much time under the soft and warm duvet. 

Yongguk’s legs slowly tangled with yours, as if he knew exactly how much you needed that extra comforting feeling right now. His lips, warm and soft, rested against the back of your neck, where they found a comfortable spot to stay longer. The moment he felt you stirring, he simply tightened his grip around you a little more, his deep voice quietly making it’s way to your ear and getting it’s point across without having to try hard.

 “Shh, it’s alright. I’m here, let’s just sleep now.”

The proposition wasn’t too bad, and you figured greetings or good nights were irrelevant at this point anyways. His lips graced upon that little spot behind your ear, and he left a little kiss there before nuzzling his face into your hair and seemingly stopping all other movement. You could clearly feel his heart beating against your back, and the monotone action only seemed to set you more at peace. Breathing patterns matching up, you snuggled further into the comfort of his arms and the warmth of the duvets, feeling like everything that had been troubling you before didn’t quite matter at this exact moment. Not now, not in this little space that belonged only to you and Yongguk, where you could calmly be in each other’s company without needing to speak, just lying there, resting your tired bodies in each other’s arms and awaiting tomorrow together.

It didn’t surprise you that you woke up an hour late the very next morning, but since it was the weekend, you’d planned to spend the day cuddling in bed with Yongguk anyways.

[coffee-for-himchan]

Daehyun and rainy days

okay I love this one it’s adorable 

“Bored much?”

His arm snatched around your waist from behind with such ease and professionalism that it was crystal clear how familiar and ordinary this task had become over the long time you’ve known each other as lovers. Your fingers remained rested against the window, and you waited for Daehyun to settle into a more comfortable position, his chest pressing against your back firmly, providing a sense of warmth and safety.

“It just won’t stop,” you concluded quietly, watching raindrops slowly sliding down the glass, as if participating in a race to who’s going to hit the window sill faster, “I mean, I understand, it’s rainy season and all.. But it’s been straight up pouring for three days in a row. I kind of miss the outside world at this point.”

His warm chuckle hit the nape of your neck, and he took the chance to nestle in a little cozier, his chin sneakily landing on your shoulder. He sighed in content and took some time to simply watch the same scenery as you before drawing his own conclusion.

“Too bad. I don’t miss the outside world at all.”

There was a sense of understandable exhaustion in his voice, and that alone made you tangle your fingers into his hair and brush through it a few times reassuringly. You knew that while he was young, had the power and the abilities and opportunities to do so, he had to go and conquer as much of the world as he could, at any given chance. But you simply couldn’t help but wish that he’d be here more often. Home, giving himself a rest every now and then. Life was full of cliches and on most occasions his was overworking himself.

“At least I have an excuse to, like.. Sleep all day and stuff,” Daehyun’s voice was somewhat pouty and you chuckled at that. Being lazy every now and then always brought a sense of comfort, didn’t it?

“Or to cuddle up to a certain somebody.”

“As if you ever need an excuse for that,” you immediately dismissed his statement and proved it wrong, but he didn’t even seem mad about any of that. Instead, his lips softly pressed against the side of your neck and he left a few taunting kisses there before burying his nose in that same spot, breathing in your scent for just a moment and letting silence hang over your heads.

There were so many days in a lifetime and he certainly didn’t spend enough of those with you, or at least it didn’t feel like he did. But he loved you. He loved you so much, for being there, for being understanding, for being every sort of compassionate.. Daehyun felt his grip around your waist tightening even though he knew he didn’t have to do that, it’s not like you’d leave anytime soon. And still, he wanted you to know that he did want you to stay, for as long as you could. Moments like these were rare, but every time they occurred he swore himself to make them more frequent.

His final conclusion came in a mumble, followed by long, comfortable, peaceful silence that was only interrupted by the sound of raindrops hitting glass.

“If it would be up to me, it would never stop pouring.”

[coffee-for-himchan]

Drabble request: Himchan + snow

I feel like everybody has fond snow-related memories and loves snow for all the right reasons, while all I associate snow with is being hit in the face with a snowball or freezing for hours on a ski slope. Fun times

also the gif ain’t snow related in the least but I just like it a lot okay that hair suited him well

You put your fingertips against the cold glass of the window and let your eyes adjust to the astonishing brightness of the snow that happened to be just on every inch of the yard, thanks to the unexpected snowfall that started yesterday late in the evening and hadn’t stopped since. In the midst of it all, a familiar figure was having a tough battle with a rather huge snow shovel and the driveway that needed to be cleared. You watched him shoveling piles upon piles of snow aside of the road just to turn around and see that everything was once again covered in a thin layer of white the very next second.

Guess you wouldn’t be leaving this place anytime soon.

Himchan finally turned around a bit, enough for you to catch a glance of his face. Pure exhaustion, both emotional and physical, along with frustration could be seen in each of his features. It amazed you how he hadn’t thrown everything in the bush just yet (both metaphorically and literally) and was trying to do as he’d first intended. You guessed stubbornness indeed won over laziness.

You got an idea just then and there. Pulling on your coat and your boots, you tip-toed out of the back entrance of the house and walked around the garage. From this angle, out of the garage corner, you could see him very well while he, well.. Shouldn’t spot you all too easily.

Without much thought to it you rolled up a snowball and aimed at him, successfully hitting him from your first try.

“Ah!” he unexpectedly yelped, immediately running his fingers over the nape of his neck that was now coated in snow. Before he could turn around to see who committed such a crime against him, you hid behind the corner, listening to his silent curses an giggling at the fact that he apparently had no idea where you were at.

“(Y/N)!” he called out your name, to his not-so-surprise, without any response. You could only stand there and giggle, watching how he slowly glanced around and went back to work, this time moving even slower and with even less desire, showing his true defeated form.

It didn’t take you long to assemble another snowball and launch it into his direction, this time around hitting his upper right arm, despite originally aiming for the same spot as last time. His reflexes were much faster now, though he still wasn’t able to catch a glance of you as once he turned around, like last time, there was no one there.

“(Y/N), it ain’t funny, I’m already freezing as it is and this surely isn’t helping!” he called out, just to get hit by a snowball again the very second he was turning back around, this time, right to the side of his face.

Uh oh. You felt like that had maybe been a step too far.

For a moment, he stood there, slowly rising his hand to his face and wiping most of the snow off. Tossing the shovel aside, he disappeared to the other side of the house, picking up another shovel on his way, presumably bringing that one over to the tool chamber since it didn’t help much. You felt a little bad, considering temperatures were really much lower than any of you two would usually find comfortable, and stood there, waiting for him to come back around into your field of sight so you could maybe apologize to him or do something among those lines.

That was the initial plan at least, until you heard snow crunching under somebody’s boots right behind you.

It all happened in a second - his arms flinging around you, the tackle to the ground that made your back hit the nearby pile of snow, his weight on top of you making sure you wouldn’t be able to scurry away from the cold in a second. Snow was now everywhere - getting inside your coat, tangling into your hair, making you squeal as it touched your skin and immediately sent shivers down your spine.. Everywhere. And he was holding you down despite your squeals and squirming, wrestling you further into the snow.

“Idiot, get off of me!!”

Content was all across his face as he finally obeyed and rolled off of your frame, watching you struggle to sit up. Though he himself wasn’t any warmer, at least he’d caught the one who’d been troubling him and did what had to be done.

“I mean, did you really have to tackle me to the ground!?”

“Did I have to? Not sure. But was it worth it?” he asked and rose a brow, rolling up a snowball and tossing it into your direction just to hit you in the chest and cause another squeak, “Definitely.”

“We’ll see about that.”

It was so damn cold now with snow being everywhere it shouldn’t be, but that didn’t stop more snowballs being thrown at each other, more tackles, more tries to get back at each other in revenge. You tried to remember the last time you’d rolled around the snow as violently as now and simply couldn’t. It was such a childish and silly thing to do, but nonetheless, every time he pulled a face from another snowball hitting him, it made you laugh. And those three or so minutes of back and forth frosty combat were just about the best laugh you’d had this weekend.

“Okay, now I’m really cold and it’s not fun anymore,” you complained, lying on your back now and panting lightly, feeling another shiver coursing down your spine. Himchan, who was lying next to you in a similar position, let out an agreeing hum, turning his head to you and looking you in the eye.

“Let’s head inside and warm up,” he proposed, looking back up at the skies, at the snow that continued rapidly falling on everything nearby, “We’re not getting away from here today anyways.”

“You giving up on all that shoveling?”

Just the thought of going back to it made him pull a disgusted face, and that made you laugh out loud.

“Well, I can’t work when a certain somebody is launching snowballs at me all the time,” he rose a brow, not being able to resist a smile as he saw the mischievous look in your eyes, “Plus, I’ve worked just about enough today. And we have nowhere to hurry.”

“Agreed.”

[coffee-for-himchan]

Yongguk + “and when her lips are pressed mine I am made drunk and need not wine.” -from the Egyptian poem “the wine of love”

okay, so, I’m not sure if this is good or if it’s a complete waffle that needs to be re-written asap, but I’ll let you be the judge of that! Warning: sort of sad stuff ahead

There were a thousand different types of addictions in the world, just enough for each individual to have one of their own. And sometimes, people weren’t even aware of how much they needed something, at least not until they didn’t have access to it anymore.

That’s kind of how Yongguk felt that very evening, strolling down the street with his hands tucked into pockets, watching the flickering traffic lights and silently eavesdropping on conversations of bypassing people.

Addictions.. Addictions were things. They were possessions, material belongings of some sort, or a need to experience certain repeated actions over and over again… Could people be addictions too, or did he simply really miss you that much?

He took a deep breath and checked his phone. How many messages has he sent this evening, three? All read, and none of them answered. He figured he’d try out his never working luck again and slowly typed up a fourth, saying he was nearby, asking if he could come.

You were the only one he’d ever ask more than twice, despite feeling somewhat ashamed to be so desperate for forgiveness. Being straightforward, admitting he was wrong and such had become his everyday life. It’s not like you didn’t listen, like you were being unfair to him or something.. You had plenty of reason to act like you did and he was aware of it all. He would never put the blame on you again, but absorbing it all by himself wasn’t a healthy habit either. 

Some sort of pain killer would be nice right now. He went over the possibilities, remembering that Himchan had told him he could hop over this evening - he was hosting some sort of wine night today with a few friends both of them knew. Communication, off-topic chatter and the distinct taste of wine hitting the back of his throat .. Yeah, maybe a few wine glasses would make him feel a little better.

It wouldn’t work out, no matter how much he wanted it to, no matter how much he’d try. And on top of it all, he didn’t even like wine that much. He liked other things, like the feelings he could only experience when being next to you. He felt the best when he was in your arms, when he knew he could stay there for longer if he needed to. He felt calm with your fingers running through his hair, felt accepting of any troubles when you slowly talked him through them all.. He felt like he lost the sense of time and space every time your lips brushed against his, and he figured that those moments were the ones that made him feel dizzy and made his head spin, that that’s what set him free when he needed it the most. He needed something long-lasting, not a glass of wine that would cause a headache the very next morning. He needed you to be back by his side, but that wasn’t exactly the easiest thing to do in the moment.

It was like in that ancient poem, which to this day stated: “And when her lips are pressed to mine, I am made drunk and need not wine.” And he wanted to somewhat chuckle at how consistent things seemed to be over the centuries. Nothing ever really changed, and he too, just like the creator of those lines, longed for the one he loved above anything or anyone else.

A buzz of his phone which he barely registered brought him back to his current whereabouts. He was standing at a street crossing, contemplating which road to take. Fishing the device out of his pocket, he was ready to be met with a text about some schedule change the next week or Himchan nagging him for not coming again even though he was invited.

He couldn’t quite believe the eight letter combination of the message, let alone the sender of it, but all he knew was that his feet started moving into the right direction before he could even answer.

“Come over.”

[coffee-for-himchan]

Youngjae with spicy food?

Done! Hope it turned out fine!~

After an uncanny amount of questionable rustling and cupboard slamming in the kitchen, Youngjae’s frame finally appeared in the living room door, a sassy hand on his hip and a confident look on his face indicating that he was ready to serve.

Not looks this time around though. Dinner.

“The food’s done.”

Now, it’s not like you completely didn’t trust him in the kitchen - Youngjae was a man whom life had taught to handle countless situations, including finding his way around the kitchen in order not to starve. It’s just that sometimes you and him had very different tastes regarding food.

For example, your spiciness tolerances differed a lot. Why did he always feel the urge to make every food so spicy?

Okay, not so spicy, but still.. It was too spicy for you, and that’s what mattered.

Upon entering the kitchen, you eyed your bowl of ramen up and down suspiciously, taking a seat at the dinner table and waiting for him to get comfortable across of you. Youngjae dug into the food right away and in a heartbeat, not really waiting for you or anything, immediately starting to babble about his day. He seemed to be just fine, taking big mouthfuls of his own masterchef creation, so cautiously, you followed his example.

Big mistake.

The burn, as always, wasn’t noticeable at first, until it started spreading all across your mouth rapidly, across the roof of it, across your tongue, reaching the back of your throat… Youngjae, completely oblivious of your struggle, kept talking and kept eating, and all you could do was sit there and endure it, and try to stop the tears from coming. Oh, and hope he wouldn’t notice that anything’s wrong.

“So, how’s the food?” he asked innocently all of a sudden, right as you thought you could finally breathe again. The master of perfect timing, wasn’t he? Still caught in a state of partial denial and a whole bunch of irritation, you answered quietly through gritted teeth.

“Truly wonderful.”

Being a trained sass master, it wasn’t hard for him to catch onto the irony in your voice. One sole look at your face set him into light giggles immediately, and you simply didn’t want to even bother, but his prominent laughter made it hard not to throw around defensive and snarky remarks.

“Is it really still too spicy for you?” he asked, his tone somewhat soft despite the situation, as if he really didn’t mean to over-season again, “I cut back on it as much as I could.. Guess it wasn’t enough.”

“Yeah, you guessed it right.”

He took another cautious moment of silence, watching the pinkish tint that had occupied your cheeks throughout this experience slowly fade away. He really didn’t mean to make you feel bad, but he had to admit, your face was priceless just a few seconds ago. And every now and then, he figured it was fine to take a bullet or two, just for the sole sake of that face you pulled. Plus, you wouldn’t be mad at him for long, and well.. There would be more spicy ramen for him.

“Takeout?”

You looked at him briefly, figuring there was no reason or desire to tell him another piece of your mind. What he was offering right now was a settlement of peace and a perfect solution, and you knew you’d better accept.

“Takeout.”

[coffee-for-himchan]

thank you everybody who sent me a request! I got a whole bunch of them and would like to finish those up before receiving new ones!

anyone up for sending me some drabble requests? I have a free evening and a sudden urge to get out of this complete writer’s block™ that I’ve been experiencing since forever

also, I’d really love to see requests involving “member + thing” or “member + quote” or something like that rather than requests involving prompts from my drabble list, but I’ll write both sorts of requests!

[coffee-for-himchan]

Jongup + tattoos 🌙

love the cheeky lil’ moon emoji you attached there🌙 I’m about to get my second tattoo done sometime in the near future and I’m hella excited! For the drabble, I went with the tattooed significant other trope, but if you pictured something else, let me know!~ 

“Does getting a tattoo really hurt?”

Questions out of the blue were an everyday thing, so you weren’t surprised by that one. Looking over at Jongup who was still fully immersed in one of his phone games, you rose a brow, thinking of the best possible approach to this.

“No, it feels like a gentle stroke across your skin. Tickles a little.”

“Ha ha, very funny,” he said in his most sarcastic yet monotone voice ever and at that the conversation abruptly ended. You chuckled a little, not surprised at all how quickly he managed to revert form any sort of situation. That was Jongup in his truest, rawest form. Either babbling uncontrollably or getting quiet real quick, no in between. You wanted to know the origins of such curiosity though, and didn’t intend to just let it slide.

“Why’d you ask?”

Out of curiosity could be an opinion, but by just looking at him you knew that wasn’t the case. His head was probably full of a whole trail of thought you had absolutely no idea of, something he’d gone over a few times already before asking.

“Just thought about it all of a sudden. It can’t possibly hurt that much if there’s so many people getting them done.. Like you, for example.”

You knew Jongup loved your tattoos. It was a thing he’d never said out loud but if was so damn obvious by the way he’d inspected every single one of them, had managed to sneakily pull out the backstories of all those during random conversations and just generally showed them appreciation every time an inked patch of skin poked out from any piece of your clothing. A generous amount of looks was an everyday thing, and they could range from simply curious to admiring to seductive to anything else really.

“Considering one for yourself?”

“Hm,” he let out, uncertain about his answer first before finally adding, “I have a feeling like I’ll never purposefully sit down to come up with like a design, or an idea for a tattoo or anything.. But I’d get one done if there was ever like an on-spot opportunity, if it would, like, come by on it’s own.. Do you know what I mean?”

“Like at a random night out with friends when one of them screams out “let’s get inked”?”

“Sort of,” he said after thinking for a little longer, his eyes fixating back on his phone screen, “Like a memory of something, not necessarily a visual masterpiece, but, yeah.. When there’s enough emotion in the moment for me to realize that I don’t want to forget it.”

With that, the conversation had ended, but he’d sure given you enough material to spark up your imagination.

You know, his Skydive getup suited him well.. With those sharp cat-like eyes of his, the way he simply couldn’t be bothered sometimes, his many different more or less spot on or sometimes plainly questionable fashion choices… He’d look good with an inked patch of skin or two. You just imagined it, and couldn’t get the picture out of your head for a while. But the possibilities of that ever happening were slim, and you weren’t about to pressure him or say anything to him about it. He was fine the way he was, and as long as he was open-minded about others having tattoos, you had no complaints. 

Life went on and time kept passing rapidly. A few new letters here and there, a few little scribbles and symbols, and there was more ink on you for him to admire now. He still didn’t say a thing, didn’t look surprised when you showed a new little tattoo off to him, just stole more or less subtle glances, let his fingers loose to trail across them and such.. It was the same sort of silent appreciation you’d known from him for years. And it was that way until your three year anniversary, when he flew the two of you to LA to spend a head-spinning weekend together. 

It had been a long day of adventure and the two of you were walking down a less busy street hand in hand at 2 AM, sipping on drinks and enjoying the view of the big city, when all of a sudden his hand moved away from holding yours and traveled a little higher up your forearm, exposing one of your tattoos to his view and to the cool night air.

His fingers trailed over it a few times and he looked up at you, meeting your slightly puzzled stare to why he was acting so strange all of a sudden.

“I want to get a tattoo.”

“Now?” you arched a brow at him, surprised at such a turn of events. There was an untypical spark in his eyes and his voice carried a sense of thrill for adventure. It was an important decision and he voiced it so lightly that you had concerns of him regretting it later on.

But he just glanced around the street, then back at you. As if checking if everything was real and he wasn’t mistaken.

“This is memorable. I want to get something to remember that we’ve once been here and walked these streets together, and that at this moment I sort of realized there ain’t anyone out there whom I could possibly love more than you… Not that I didn’t figure any of that out earlier, I just.. Kind of feel this way right now, and want to capture it,” his stare that had met the ground for a second trailed back up, looking into your eyes completely calmly as if he hadn’t just dropped a complete emotional bomb on you a second ago, “Would that be enough of a reason?”

“Don’t try to hide up the fact that you basically just confessed eternal love to me,” you blurted out, seeing how he smiled at you cheekily and took your hand back in his, continuing to walk further down the street but not before planting a quick kiss on your lips, as if to seal the statement, “Whatever you feel is right should be the right choice…”

“Will you get one if I get one?”

You definitely could. Looking back at all the good times you’d spent with him, you couldn’t help but smile a little. Being with him has made you so much happier, and he didn’t really need an answer to this question. You thought he knew it was pretty self-explanatory.

“So, are any local tattoo patrols open at 2 AM, or..”

“Not really sure about that,” you admitted to him, intrigued by how this could turn out all of a sudden. All these silent years of appreciation… Maybe he’d thought about this already, who knows? But maybe it really was in the moment emotion. Nonetheless, you were excited to see both the process and the result.

“Well, we can always check.”

[coffee-for-himchan]

because tumblr keeps on eating my asks, I wanted to ask if you got my Yongguk and cuddles request. No pressure, really just want to know if I have to resend it 😅

I definitely got that one! It's just that there's a surprisingly big amount of requests this time around, and I'm not a fast writer, so I might even have to write that tomorrow since I won't be able to catch up with all requests today 😅 But it's there, no worries! I'll get to it as soon as possible!

[coffee-for-himchan]

Himchan and having trouble sleeping

this one hits close to home, actually, since I don’t remember the last time I slept well enough not to have dark circles under my eyes to the moon and back at all times. I hope you’re doing fine though, anon, and that this isn’t an issue that concerns you a lot!

You tossed from one side to the other and groaned, creaking your eyes open and immediately narrowing them while looking at the rather bright light of the alarm clock. 3:24 AM. You guessed sleep was cancelled tonight.

A snore came from somewhere to your right, reminding you of the fact that you weren’t alone in the room. Unwillingly you had to admit that you’d always been a little jealous of Himchan regarding all the right reasons, one of those being the fact that he always slept like a log. You’ve always been more of a light sleeper, but recently it had just gotten completely out of hand. There was no schedule to your sleep, no certainty of falling asleep in first place, no pattern to it.. You could spend whole nights just staring up at the ceiling, and him snoring peacefully right beside you wasn’t helping much.

You glanced at him subtly, at his gorgeous profile and his slightly parted lips.. He looked so peaceful while asleep, and still you felt the urge to just whine to him about your issue and see if he could do something about it.How big were the odds that you could poke him awake?

Five persistent pokes to the side into your plan you wanted to call it quits, but right at your last attempt a huff escaped his lips and he turned to the side, his eyes slowly creaking open as he stared at you sleepily and cluelessly. Waking him up was surprisingly easier than you’d expected, because to be completely honest, you thought your plan was doomed from the start.

“Is the house on fire or something?”

“Of course not, you idiot. I would be dragging you out the bed by your feet in that case, not subtly poking you awake,” you rolled your eyes at him, not sure if it was the sleepiness or his actual perception of things speaking. He let out a hum, then a yawn, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness as he tried to make out your face in between all the shadows.

“What’s the matter then?”

“I can’t fall asleep,” you admitted after a moment of silence, not sure if that was reason enough to wake him in the middle of the night, “I’ve tried everything and I just can’t.. I’m tired of being tired.”

For a moment, it seemed like he’d just grumpily mumble something about waking him up in the middle of the night for important matters only, but before you knew it, an arm wrapped right around you middle and demandingly pulled you into it’s desired direction.

“What are you doing so far away from me anyways?”

Of course, you weren’t surprised by his rather snarky and naggy approach to the situation. You couldn’t expect him to be your casual cheesy romantic boy in the middle of the night when suddenly deprived of sleep, but that didn’t change the fact that he sure was perfectly comfortable, his chest wide and much more comfortable than your pillow, his arms strong as they lazily wrapped you up like a present and held you close to him, to the warmth he offered, to his steady breaths and his scent you’d gotten so used to over the years. Snuggling into a truly comfortable position, you wanted to believe that this was it, but couldn’t help and stay pessimistic after so many failed tries of finally getting some rest.

“I’m still awake,” you mumbled in a pouty voice not more than ten seconds after silence had set over both of you.

“Patience, cupcake. We’re gonna get there,” he chuckled a little, his voice still more on the raspy side, “Or do you have any special requests for me that could help you in this situation?”

“You can always be cheesy and sing for me, you know~”

You didn’t know where that came from, but that’s what they did in all the movies, and by the way he dramatically cleared his throat you guessed he was up this cheesy scenario. That is, until he actually started belting out notes.. Ones that weren’t soothing in the least.. And sounded awfully much like a song you weren’t too keen of. 

“Himchan-ah, Gangnam Style isn’t a soothing sleep-to song,” you scolded him immediately, hitting his chest as he let out a snarky laugh, oh so amused by his own badly timed joke. Hell, he couldn’t be serious about this. With every passing moment, sleep deprivation kicked in more and more, and it sure made you easily irritable. Before you knew it, you were trying to escape from his grip.

But he didn’t really intend to let you go. It’s not like he would before he could actually help you.

“Hey, it was just a harmless joke,” he reminded you, just keeping a strong hold of you until you stopped trying to break away from him and gave up on that idea, “I just know how to sing that well, that’s all.”

Now this made you chuckle a little as well, the feeling of his fingers slowly running through your hair making you feel more relaxed again. In a moment you were once again peacefully leaning onto him and he was gently petting your hair, his chest rising up and down slowly and his hear beating steadily, setting some pattern into your tired perception. Maybe, if you’d focus on those repetitive actions, you could actually get some peace.

“How about you tell me about your day while we’re here like this, with a whole bunch of time to spare?”

Little did you know that was part of his initial plan. Detail by detail, you’d only managed to talk so much when you finally yawned for the first time, and soon you found yourself tired enough to maybe even drift off to sleep. He only listened and answered with mild hums, his fingers still soothingly moving through your hair and travelling down your back. When he noticed you getting sleepy, he almost unnoticeably, rather subtly, started humming a melody you thought you faintly recognized, yet didn’t know the exact name of. Word by word, conversation was cut short, and you smiled lightly as you realized dreamland wasn’t far away anymore. 

Now this was what you’d missed… The warmth, the comfort.. The voice of the person you loved so much softly lulling you to sleep. Before you knew it, dreamland welcomed you with open arms, and a little before 4 AM you finally dozed off, softly breathing into his chest.

His fingers ran through your hair one last time before he leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead, whispering you a goodnight wish and dozing off himself. 

How big were the odds that he’d wake up first tomorrow morning, considering that he never did but this time around you’d probably sleep much longer than usually? Because he could definitely surprise you by making you breakfast, breakfast in bed, to be more exact. If he won’t give into the comfort of just staying tangled up with you in bed until the very late afternoon, that is.

[coffee-for-himchan]

Daehyun and someone wearing his sweater/sweatshirt please!

do you really have to make me feel this attacked?? This is so cute I can’t >.<

He’d finally caught you.

Tip-toeing closer towards the door, he opened it a little further, a mischievous smile spreading across his lips as he watched you just casually sitting legs-crossed on the bed, browsing on your phone. Wearing something he knew you wore every now and then, but something you wouldn’t admit to wearing for some reason.

“Comfortable?”

Your first initial reaction was to squeak with all your might, the second thing you did being preventing yourself from falling out of bed out of surprise. A chuckle escaped him as he stood in the doorway and watched your struggle, crossing his arms over his chest and simply enjoying the view. The surprise in your face, the blush creeping across your cheeks… That damn sweater of his on you, and the way it looked like the most adorable tent he’d seen and at the same time looked like it had always belonged there like that. He never understood what exactly was so appealing about seeing you in his clothes, all he knew was that he liked the sight a lot. And it was something he could successfully tease you about, which was always a bonus.

“Still has my scent on it, eh?”

You wanted to roll your eyes at him so bad, but couldn’t deny that yes, the sweater definitely had it’s fair share of Daehyun still attached to it, and yes, it made you comfortable, yes, it made you feel better. You glanced back at him and at the a little too cocky and over-confident look in his eyes. You were aware that he too knew he was right, but you couldn’t let that go to his head. And wouldn’t let him off without shaming him either.

“And I look so damn adorable in it that you can’t tear your eyes off of me, eh?”

Damn right. 

“Guess we each have our own benefits in this situation,” he rose a brow, effortlessly sliding in through the half-open door and making his way to you, “The question is, whose benefits are better?”

“Daehyun-ah,” you furrowed your brows in annoyance and whined, but it was too late. In a moment he was already on the bed and you were being scooped up in his arms, regardless if you wanted to or not, “Just leave me alone, you’re being annoying-”

“Am not.”

“Yes you are,” you repeated, this time in a more persistent voice, though it didn’t do much as he just made himself more comfortable and rested his chin on your shoulder instead of leaving like you wanted him to. 

“No, I’m not.”

“Daehyun-ah, you’re getting on my nerves-”

With a swift move, two of his fingers slid under your shin and he tilted your head to the side just enough to brush his lips against yours. His other hand wrapped around your waist, your own palm landing upon his and your fingers intertwining as he continued kissing you lightheartedly and slowly, in a way that felt just right for this specific moment. It was annoying, the way all of your annoyance just faded away when he did as much as this. But it was better than just wearing his sweater. It felt so satisfying to have him around and have him being affectionate like this, you felt yourself melting into his touch more and more with every passing second. 

“I have one that’s dark blue, with a ribbon on the front,” he said quietly after he broke the kiss, and he bit his lip a little, looking down at the sweater, “That one’s going to suit you so well.”

“Are you trying to make me look like a present or something?”

“Well, you have to look presentable, right?” he smirked cheekily again, chuckling as he received a playful slap to his chest for another lame pun of his. A slap from a hand that’s downed out in a sleeve way too long for it.. He just couldn’t help but notice all the little detail and couldn’t get enough of it at the same time. You were attached enough to him to wear his clothes, and that certainly made him feel like he was on cloud nine.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“I know,” he couldn’t help but plant another quick kiss on your lips before moving his head back to resting on your shoulder and watched as you took your phone back in your hand, your other hand’s fingers still tangled with his as you resumed what you were doing prior to him invading your personal space, “But you’re by far superior to me in that aspect.”

[coffee-for-himchan]

Yongguk and a window nook?

I literally had to look up what a window nook was (English is still so full of words I don’t know despite all these years of learning smh) but omg this is perfect I need one of those. Hope this turned out alright!

“I’ll be back,” he said. “I’ll just go grab my phone,” he said. 

You glanced over at the clock on the wall to see that it’s already been ten minutes since Yongguk had gone missing, saying he’d just locate his phone that he left somewhere before you’d start watching your movie. You guessed it was about time to go and check where he’d gone to.

Having someone over was stressful enough already, but having him over was a whole other story. You found yourself thinking about everything that could possibly go wrong, those thought seeming especially scary this time around since Yongguk was, well.. Somebody you really liked. Really, really liked. And it was the first time you had him over at your apartment, which left you more nervous than expected.

On your way down the hallway, your glance trailed over the creaked open bedroom door.. Just to see Yongguk stationed at the window. On the window nook that you’d recently been trying your best to make extra cozy and comfortable.

Creaking the door open, you took a little moment to inspect him. He was sitting in a comfortable position, some fairy lights that were hung up along the window frame casting light on his face that displayed foll concentration. He was holding something in his hands, a book, or so you thought as you first scanned over his hands and then over the nearby bookshelf. 

You would’ve looked at him for a little longer if he wouldn’t have caught you staring at him that very same moment. It took you another second or two to realize and process the turn of events, and you felt instant embarrassment building up inside your chest, a blush creeping across your cheeks. 

“Hey..”

You had to take a breath and hold yourself back from just slamming the door and leaving him there to be. Getting caught staring was simply embarrassing, or so it felt, but you guessed he felt somewhat uncomfortable as well, because he’d vanished without a trace and gone into a territory he maybe should’ve stayed away from.

“I’m sorry if I shouldn’t have wandered in here-”

“No, it’s completely fine,” you immediately reassured with a smile and fiddled around with your fingers behind your back, cursing at your heart for still beating a little too fast for your liking, “I was just wondering where you’d gone to, and went to see where you were…”

Awkward silence filled the room, and at first, you felt like you couldn’t possibly recover from this. But the longer the silence stayed around, the less awkward and more comfortable it became. Neither of you knew how to start conversation, but somehow you realized that it was fine this way, you really didn’t mind, as it felt alright. He was just as awkward and probably just as anxious as you were about this.

“Do you really want to watch that movie?”

Your looked back at him, snapping out of your previous trail of thoughts. He was looking back at you patiently and calmly, waiting for any sort of reply.

“Well… What else would you want to do?”

“It’s really comfortable here.. Maybe we could just sit and talk, if you’re up for it,” he said, his glance trailing away for a moment before landing back on the book in his hands, and he held it up for you to inspect the cover, “I stumbled upon this in your bookshelf, by the way.. I didn’t expect you to be into this type of literature.”

For a moment, you simply looked at each other, until you slowly felt a smile creeping across your face.

“Is that a compliment or not?” you chuckled lightly, your feet guiding you into his direction. The offer was too inviting to reject. Your heart continued beating fast, and you knew it made you nervous, but you knew you couldn’t help it anyways. It wasn’t just the nervousness, it was also the thrill and excitement.

“Definitely a compliment,” he replied with his own chuckle, scooting to the side a little to make more room for you, “I’ve read it twice… I’m not really that much of a reader, but this is one of my favorites.”

Conversation - a thing that first seemed so hard to start up - slowly started flowing by itself, and at moments it didn’t it seemed completely fine, since the silence he offered was comfortable and you didn’t mind it at all. For someone who’d seemed so untalkative at first he was sure the opposite, and little did you know how much courage it took him to open up to you like this at first. But he’d wanted to do that for a while now, because he figured why he felt so damn nervous every time he was around you. He really liked you. Really, really liked you. And maybe, just maybe it was about time to do something about it.

His hand that had been stationed on the window nook right next to yours for a while now slid on top of your hand almost unnoticeably, and by the way you only smiled in return and didn’t say a single thing about it, he figured it was alright. Maybe, just maybe, he could stop worrying so much. 

Maybe, just maybe, you liked him too.

[coffee-for-himchan]

Junhong + Kittens!

a.k.a cute + cute! Here we go!~

You walked out of the kitchen and into the hallway, wandering through the apartment and thinking about what other preparations had to be done before you could have the homemade dinner your old friend had invited you and Junhong over for. Have you by any chance forgotten something?

Delicious dinner cooking in the kitchen, check. Bottle of wine, check… You peaked into the living room just out of curiosity while thinking about it all.

Junhong draped in kittens.. Check?

You rolled your eyes, wandering further into the room and heading directly for the couch. The three fuzzy animals have made themselves comfortable on Junhong’s lap and have completely occupied his attention, just lounging around or playing with his fingers, comfortable in his presence and interest in their shenanigans. All of a sudden you found it extra hard to look away for longer than a brief moment. He’s so big and they’re so tiny.. And they got along so well despite all that. It was a hilariously adorable and precious view.

“I thought you were a dog person,” you teased him sheepishly, your hand subconsciously reaching out to pet one of the kittens that was closer to you. It shifted into a more comfortable position and started purring in content right away. Junhong let out a quiet chuckle and thought for a moment.

“I thought so too, but just look at them. How could anyone hate something so fluffy?”

You wanted to lounge around for longer, but upon a call from the kitchen you were forced to leave Junhong who was now completely smitten for his three new companions behind. With a tiny sigh, you threw him a last glance and rose to your feet to leave the room, which was harder than expected, since you couldn’t help but turn around to watch him for a little longer just when you’d reached the doorway.

His movements were light and careful, as if not to accidentally hurt the kittens, the way he smiled at them being sincere and from the heart, putting his dimples on full display. You wouldn’t be opposed to seeing him like this more often, or so you realized there and then.

“Hey, Jun~”

He looked up for a moment, finally paying some attention to you. You looked at him in full seriousness and spoke in a similar tone.

“I really want a kitten now.”

A small smile plastered across his face as he looked down at the kittens in his lap before looking back at you again. His smile grew into a little mischievous smirk, one of those smirks that you didn’t trust too much since they meant something sheepish.

“Re-think that decision. Do you really want somebody to steal all of my attention away from you every time I come to visit?”

Your lips curled into a little pout and you crossed your arms over your chest, making Junhong chuckle a little and re-think his own statement for a moment. Not that he really meant that.. Nothing could ever make him turn away from you for too long. All the sudden adoration he felt towards you flooding him from all sides, his mind made up it’s own rules, re-capping all the good times and feeling he’s had while being together with you. He loved so many things about you, like your smile, your care, your thoughtfulness, your sincerity… All your quirks, all your flaws and all that jazz.

“As if you’re able to tear your eyes off of me for longer than a minute.”

Oh, and the confidence. You smiled a knowing smile, and he returned it, watching as you started walking away and towards the kitchen. His quiet words of conclusion still caught you despite the fact you’d already walked down half the hallway, and you knew by his tone that he was still smiling ear-to-ear when saying them out loud.

“You know me too well.”

[coffee-for-himchan]

anyone up for sending me some drabble requests? I have a free evening and a sudden urge to get out of this complete writer’s block™ that I’ve been experiencing since forever

also, I’d really love to see requests involving “member + thing” or “member + quote” or something like that rather than requests involving prompts from my drabble list, but I’ll write both sorts of requests!