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pettypuppy-jonghyun · 2 months ago

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Now one of my favorite things ever written hello??

Soap 'n suds

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Pairing: Jeongin X gn reader

Summary: Your boyfriend finds you half-asleep and attempting to finish washing the dishes.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1.3k

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You struggled to keep your eyes open beneath the last tendrils of sunlight highlighting your soapy water. The sky swarmed a final homestretch into night. Up to your forearms in soapy water, you struggled to stay awake.

The scattered remains of silverware sat in the bottom of the sink. Only a few more utensils and you'd finally be done. Despite the need for clean dishes, exhaustion tugged you from behind. Here in the warm water and last faint orange rays of the sun, your body craved sleep.

This wasn't unfamiliar. Some days, you did so much that by the time you began to wind down, your body already felt exhausted. Eight hours of work. A few house chores that needed completed. Making something solo for dinner because Jeongin stayed over at the studio late tonight.

As much as you missed him, you knew he'd come back home. You knew that soon the loneliness brewing above you would fade away the moment he appeared. Until then, you were on your own, with your hands still buried in bubbles. Your body swayed, unsteadily. Your head jerked up and you blinked, forcing yourself back to the task at hand.

A yawn escaped your mouth, but you didn't let it stop you. A fork and then a knife. Two more forks, a few spoons, and a couple pairs of chopsticks. So exhausted and tired, you didn't hear the squeaking hinges of the front door.

Thrilled to be free of his idol duties, Jeongin hung his leather bag, kicked off his shoes, and rushed to find you. "Babe, I'm home!"

"I'm in the kitchen," you mumbled.

"What?"

You didn't have to respond. He located the back of your silhouette as he approached the living room. It wasn't hard to miss your body blocking out bits of the setting sun. "Hey," he grinned. "There you are! How's my favorite person?"

"This sink water is so warm," you whispered softly. "How do people wash dishes without falling asleep? I'm so tired, but the water is so warm."

He chuckled at your sleepy haze. "Babe, what are you going on about? What about the water and dishes?" He headed over and wrapped his arms around your waist. "Can you say that again?"

Your head dropped back against his chest. Most people wouldn't be able to stand the grimy bits of wet food. The water turned discolored from rinsing and washing dishes. Rice stuck in the strainer. A glob of bright red wet ketchup floated on the surface.

"I'm tired," you repeated.

"Yeah, I can see that. Do you often marinate in dirty dish water, or is this new?" He grinned, knowing his teasing would annoy you.

You groaned, grumbled something incoherent, and huffed. His thumbs slipped beneath the bottom of your shirt and gently rubbed bare skin. "Don't be like that." His breath warmed your ear. Goosebumps coated your arms. "You know I love you."

"You're not acting like it!" You pouted like a toddler. Yet despite the whiny voice and furrowed brows, he found it endearing. When you grow tired, you become childish and irrational. He knows you don't think it's funny, but he finds it hilarious.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry for teasing you. Would a kiss make you feel better?"

When you nodded, he pressed a kiss against your cheek. "Do you still have dishes hiding beneath those bubbles?"

"They're all clean."

"Oh, yuck! So your hands are just soaking because-"

"It's warm."

"You could take a warm bath. It'd be more hygienic and a lot better for you. You know I don't approve of you sleeping in the tub, but propping yourself against the back ledge, it'd be safer than soaking your hands in salmonella water. I know you made raw cookie dough with that clean mixing bowl over there." He gestured at the dish drainer. "Why don't you use rubber gloves?"

"We've been over this a thousand times. I don't feel like I can wash dishes properly with the rubber gloves. What if I miss a spot?"

"That's what the dish washer is for."

"There's no better dish washer than me. Why would I use the dishwasher when I'm perfectly capable of cleaning the dishes myself?"

Always so independent and infuriating at times. How many times has it been your way or the highway? He always joked about it. He didn't mean anything harsh by it. Sometimes, in his head, you made things way more complicated than they needed to be.

"Okay, well-"

He shut up after you groaned once more. A smile tugged at his lips. He couldn't help himself. So sleepy, so fussy, and such a grump. You were a mess in the best way possible.

"How about we get you cleaned up and away from all of this? Your hands probably feel disgusting and they probably smell disgusting too." He reached over and pulled your dripping hands from the sink with a wrinkled nose. "Ew."

You didn't fight it. He gagged, reaching into the sink, and disrupting the strainer, so the water could suck down the pipes. "This is so gross. Dishwashers are the best invention in modern history. Turn your hands around, please."

You struggled to follow his directions as you opened up your palms. He squirted dish soap into your hands. "Okay, now start scrubbing."

"This is too much work."

"You're such a big baby when you're tired."

You shot him a sleepy glare. His dimples appeared and he leaned forward. Despite not wanting to touch your germ-filled hands, he did it because he loved you. His hands rubbed up against yours and created suds. The scent of lemon filled the air. He made sure you were soaped up, clear up to your elbows, before he took out the spray nozzle to rinse your arms.

When he finished, he dried off your hands with the nearby dish towel. "There you go. Do you feel better?" He grabbed your clean hand and tugged you in the direction of the bedroom.

"Not really. I'm still tired."

"Yeah, I can tell." He grabbed the bottom of your shirt. "Arms up." You obliged and he tugged off your shirt. "How do you constantly get your shirt so wet when washing dishes?"

"Because I have to wash them properly and sometimes water gets on the counter."

"Such a messy dishwasher."

"I'm going to fight you," you mumbled.

"And I'm going to make you eat a bar of soap if you don't behave and calm down. Nothing, but a rowdy child." He threw your wet shirt in the dirty hamper and approached a nearby dresser.

"Who came up with the idea that we should feed kids soap when they're mouthy?" Your eyes slipped shut. "It happened to one of my parents when they were younger. If my parents tried to feed me soap, I'd shove it straight up their a-"

Jeongin laughed and reached up to cover your mouth. "Easy, tiger. You have no filter when you're like this. I don't know. I'm just thankful that my parents never gave me soap. My father just told me that I was dropped off by a stork, but that's about it. My discipline meant being put in time-out."

"For my discipline, my favorite TV shows were taken away."

"Arms up."

You lifted your arms about halfway. "They took away my Barney. No more singing about Abcs and 1, 2, 3's for you today, kid. All my important childhood developmental cartoons, they pulled the plug."

"What in the world did you do to deserve that?"

"Sometimes I played in the sinks and let the water run."

"That's incredibly on brand for you." He chuckled and tugged you into a fresh t-shirt. "Are you done playing in the water now? Ready to get some sleep?"

"I've been ready since my hands were marinating in the dirty sink water."

He couldn't stop grinning as he led your sleepy form to the bed.

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pettypuppy-jonghyun · 2 months ago

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there can only be one sun

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pettypuppy-jonghyun · 2 months ago

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Snow Globe | Jaemin NCT

Summary: Jaemin is in a bad mood when he comes home Christmas Eve. Gn! Reader

Warnings: small amounts of angst but mostly fluff (this was made in 2018 lol)

The fresh air had made me smile. It was a lot more crisp than my stuffy bedroom room and was more appealing because of that. I had stepped out of the house for a minute after I finished wrapping presents for Christmas. The wind swirled around me and brought about a familiar chill I had grown to like.

As I sat on the front porch, staring off at the snow-covered ground, I caught sight of a car strolling up into the driveway. My heart began to race in that minute, noticing exactly who was driving the vehicle. I couldn't stop myself from running to them, excitement racing through my system.

"Minnie!"

He closed the car door, turning at his nickname and giving me a half smile. When close enough, his arms wrapped tightly around me, placing a soft kiss to the top of my head like usual. "Hi, baby girl."

He took my hand, walking us into the house. He didn't say much after that, occasionally nodding at me as I talked about the different things that happened today. I pointed out how I finally finished my last minute wrapping the day before Christmas. Even asking questions about his day to get a reaction and response.

"Jaemin?" I questioned curiously after awhile of him just barely mumbling anything to me. I noticed his off stature but was hesitant to ask, worried he wouldn't want to talk about it right away.

He lifted his head away from the glass cup in his hand, something he was staring intently at. Upon hearing his name his ears perked up a bit. "Yes?"

I laughed lightly, my heart pinging just a little at his lack of interest in my conversation. I assumed it was like usual, where he didn't mean to ignore me but had a lot on his mind, and moved on. "I have a present for you that I want you to open now. I'm too impatient."

I smiled to lessen the demand in my voice, hoping he would recognize me backing down. But this time, he didn't. He didn't recognize it. His eyes had instead narrowed at me, eyebrows furrowing.

"Christmas is tomorrow," he states. "Just wait."

I scrunched my nose and shook my head, knowing he always found it cute when I did that. I wrapped my arms around him to give him my best smile. "I can't. I'm really excited. At least one, baby," I negotiated.

Jaemin had stepped back a bit when I hugged him. He slowly put his hands on my arms, letting then rest there for a second before pushing them off his waist. He didn't meet my eyes as he turned away to head to our shared bedroom.

"I'm tired. Not tonight."

I bit my lip, watching him walk away. My heart made another pinge of hurt as a shiver ran down me. I thought to let it go, to just let him breathe until he was ready to confront the problem. I really didn't want to acknowledge the attitude he was giving me in a negative way, afraid I would jump to conclusions when it wasn't a big problem.

Laughing lightly, I rubbed at my arm. "Do you need anything baby? Do you want me to run a bath for you?" I felt more than generous today knowing he had been worked to the bone lately and Christmas was right around the corner.

Maybe he was just stressed.

Jaemin just threw a wave over his shoulder as he climbed the stairs. He stomped up them, his body lagging behind his steps as he dragged himself up tiredly.

I took a deep breath. My lips curved upward in a quick motion as I stared at the empty glass he left on the counter. My heart thumped in my chest at the weirdly distant reaction he was putting me through. But I couldn't bring myself to be mad at him. I didn't want to be.

A few hours passed of me typing away at my computer. I figured it would be easier to pass the time by writing some reports for work that was due when I got back. The sky had become dark when he dragged himself out of the room and back down the stairs. He headed towards the kitchen area, not noticing me sitting on the couch set.

"Baby?" I called out, not looking up from the computer to quickly finish. "Are you feeling better?"

Despite not seeing his expression, it seemed like he sounded better when he responded with a loud, "yeah."

I smiled and saved my work, closing down the laptop and glancing behind me to watch him pour another glass of water. "Good." I then glanced at the small little wrapped box on the coffee table and reached for it. "Hey, come here for a second."

I started to become jittery again at the thought of him seeing the gift. There was many late nights of research and overtime at work to get him this gift, despite it's small and less intimidating size. My hands cupped around the edge of the box to make sure it was secure.

I stood up and walked around the couch, meeting him halfway. Upon seeing his beautiful face, I grinned excitedly. "Here. I really want you to see this!"

Jaemin's face contorted as I go to hand it to him. He began to shake his head, putting his hand out to block me. "Baby, no-"

"Minnie, I'm serious. This means a lot and-"

"I said no!" He yelled out, frustrated. His hand knocked the box from my grasp in the process of pushing it away. It tumbled to the ground, smashing in the process. Glass shattered at our feet immediately, ruining the gift.

I stared at it with a heavy heart. I let out a sad laugh and shook my head. I could feel the tears building up as I looked to the broken gift, knowing exactly why it was like that. Lifting my head, I glanced at Jaemin.

His face held sorrow as he regretted it. Noticing my expression, he attempts to stumble over an apology but I shake my head at him as well, ignoring it.

"I just wanted to-" I started to say, my words lodged within my throat as I looked back to the floor. "I didn't want to force you I just..." Sighing, I turned away from it. My breath was shaky as I moved to grab the broom from the closet next to the front door.

My hands twitched as I gripped the broom tightly. Guilt ran through me, knowing that it was most likely my fault for pushing it onto him. I was wrong to push it onto him, but he could have just talked to me about it. I slowly began to broom up the broken shards, a small tear falling at the sight of the plastic couple holding hands that used to be in the snow globe. My heart clenched, watching as I cleaned up the gift I worked hard to get for him.

Suddenly I felt his arms wrap around me. He pauses me from my cleaning, holding me tightly to him as he nuzzles his head in my shoulder. "I didn't mean to," he whispers sadly. "I'm so sorry baby. I shouldn't have gotten mad at you."

I sniffled a little, trying to shake it off. "No, no. I knew you were upset and bothered you. Things happen." I start to finish the job when he stops me, taking the broom to lean it against the couch. He turned me around, cupping my cheek to bring my face up to look at him.

"Baby," he says, his lips pouting as he stared at my solemn face. "I swear it was not intentional to break that. I shouldn't have been so mean to you. It's not your fault for what happened at work." He sighs heavily, bringing me into a tight hug. "God, baby. I'm so sorry. I'm such a jerk."

I nodded in his chest, clenching the sides of his hoodie to keep him close. "You are."

He nods as well. "I know baby, I know," he starts to coo, petting down my hair before placing a kiss on it. "I had a long day with the boys today. I just wanted to be left alone when I got home. But you didn't know it because I didn't say anything. It's my fault for being so distant."

I turned to lay my cheek on his chest to talk. "I knew you were upset," I say through another sniffle. "But you said you were better so I thought I could give you a present...it's our tradition," I remind him.

He sighs, pulling back. "Please forgive me, baby."

I bit my lip, then glanced to the glass on the floor. "It was a snow globe of us..."

Jaemin frowns and also looks to it. "Oh, honey..."

I shrugged, though, and moved to clean it up. "Oh well, I guess. As long as we made up. You just won't get this gift cause you were bad," I say through a voice that was groggy due to my stuffy nose. I heard him let out a chuckle, causing me to giggle. Sadly, I threw away the snow globe. "You owe me."

Jaemin agrees. He heads towards the Christmas tree, grabbing a present and then handing it to me. "Here. This is what I've been wanting to give you since I saw it."

Grabbing the box from his hands, I begin to unwrap it quickly, not bothering to move from my spot. I rip open the brown box only to find a smaller one inside it. I raise a brow and look to my boyfriend.

"Really?" I deadpanned.

He grins and urges me to continue. And so I do, opening it more slowly. I pop open the second box to find another one in it. As I did that a few more times, I came down to a small blue box. My heart rate accelerated as my interest peaked. I slowly lifted the lid to find it to be empty.

I scrunched my nose. "Thanks? That must have taken awhile to wrap." I close the blue box and place it back with the others. I walk over to him, giving him a small hug. "But you still owe me. I want lots of cuddles and you have to make hot chocolate."

Jaemin furrowed his eyebrows. "You didn't like it? I thought you would have enjoyed it..." He eyes me funnily. "Are you okay?" He places the back of his hand on my forehead.

"I mean yes I'm thankful that you spent the time to wrap me some boxes, babe. But I mean I don't know what to do with them...?" Jaemin rushes to the boxes as I continued to talk. "Oh! Maybe we can store some books in them and place them in our closet. I haven't found a place for the books yet..."

Jaemin turns the blue box upside down and shakes it. "Where is it?!" He exclaims suddenly, looking all around. I started to look around in the floor as well, wondering what he was searching for. "Where's the necklace?"

My mouth opened at the word. "Oh? There was something in it?" I started to intently search as well. "I didn't see anything though."

Jaemin suddenly pops up his head. He looks towards the stairs before darting up them, his legs kicking dramatically behind him as he ran in a weird way. I watched him while making a face, waiting for his return. He came back quickly, one hand in a tight fist as he stopped in front of me.

"Here!" He says, opening his fist to show me a golden angel on a golden chain.

I gasped at the pretty jewelery, surprised that it was my gift. I looked up to Jaemin in amazement before turning around due to his finger swirling in a circle. He started to place the necklace on me before giggling. "Cute!"

I smiled happily, feeling better already, despite the lingering sadness of his gift being in the trash. I turned back to face him and gave him a sincere kiss. "Thank you, Minnie. It's precious."

He gave me a look as he peered down at me with some guilt. "I feel bad for breaking my gift though...you said it was important to you."

I sighed and patted his shoulder. "You just have a lot of sucking up to do my friend."

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pettypuppy-jonghyun · 8 months ago

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@kustardkreme a literal mood fr I hate when reality bites 🤢 not when soft chan exists

Confession | Bang Chan

Summary: you accidentally send a confession text to best friend!chan

Warnings: mentions of anxiety

Notes: idk why I'm so overwhelmed with the feeling of this scenario, but my GOD would I loved to be in his arms rn

@minnysproutgriffinteddy I really hope you enjoy this as much as I did making it!

Oh, you did it now.

Your hands grip your hair at the roots, panic seeping into your system. Your cellphone fell onto your lap when you quickly dropped it, the screen open and brightly showing your worst nightmare. Your heart was pulsating against your chest as anxiety pumped the blood faster.

The accidental confession text was staring back at you. Chan's message in response was that you "needed to talk" and he was heading over now. If you thought your heart couldn't sink any lower than it already had that evening, you were unfortunately quite wrong. The sound of your doorbell rang throughout your apartment, signalling your best friend's arrival. He was there to confront you on your text. Confront you about your feelings.

You only meant to joke about it like you always did. Only meant to tease Chan for complimenting your outfit a little too much. You knew it meant nothing for him to address your attire, as you both casually did so often enough. But your little joke somehow warranted an intrusive thought to confess. The entire reason he was now at your place at 2am was because your impulsiveness took over and before you could contemplate sending, your thumb already sent the message. Now, you were sitting awfully still in your bedroom, praying he went away.

He didn't. The doorbell rang a second time. You glanced down to your phone, noticing it flashing a new message from your best friend. Chris was now wondering if you were even home, and if calling would be better. You really had no choice but to answer him, knowing he would ring your phone fairly soon if you didn't respond. After all, you can't go from continuous texts to leaving him absolutely ghosted after you confessed.

At least, it wasn't right.

You tossed your phone back onto the bed as if it burned you. "Oh my god!" You whisper shout into the air, staring at your thrown phone like it was poisonous. "Oh my god!"

Barely finding the strength, you stood on your wobbly legs and ran to open your apartment door. The last thing you wanted was for Chan to panic and believe you were in danger of any sort, potentially bringing other people into your business out of worry. If you didn't answer soon, he would only assume the worst.

"What am I going to do?!" Your hands fly up to your mouth, teeth sinking into your nails as your bad habit resurfaces. The embarrassment had sunken so far at that point, you contemplated just faking your death anyway. It would potentially be much easier to deal with then having to face your best friend after confessing your long-term crush on him. Besides, who were you going to be able to consult with after this? When he was the one you sought all comfort from.

Finally finding it in you, your hands landed on the door handle. Tightening your grip around it, you pull it open to meet your best friend's worried face. You could see the relief fall on his expression when he saw that you were alright. His tousled hair, pajama shorts and black hoodie indicated he had rushed over from his dorms.

"Chris..." your voice drifts off, unsure how to address the situation. Your eyebrows were furrowed and lips curled back in hesitation.

What you weren't expecting was Chan to enter the apartment, hand briefly hitting the door and forcing it firmly shut. His free hand immediately raised up to your face, dipping past it and into the hair beneath your ear. The light pressure he added to the tips of his fingers guided you to tilt your head to the side, his face swooping down to meet your lips. The force to his movement pushed you back against the hallway wall, his left hand coming up to steady himself against it.

You felt the surprise wash over your senses as his lips engulfed your own, molding into you. You couldn't help raising your hands to his waists, only lightly gripping his hips in fear of acting too far. Still, the sweet kiss had you absolutely melting in his hold. Your eyes clenched shut tightly.

Chris pulled away after a moment to catch his breath. His forehead rests tenderly against yours, a smile gracing his pink lips as he meets your gaze. "I don't think you understand how much it means to me that you have felt the same."

Your heart beat could be heard so vividly. "Christopher Bang, you let me go through this embarrassment this entire time?"

He laughs lightly, breath fanning your cheeks. "Trust me, you were not alone. I felt like my soul left my body when I saw that text."

"I think I may have missed a few things here," you say. The way his eyes were staring into yours made it seem so obvious he was in love with you. You weren't sure if they had always looked like that, now wondering if you just never noticed. You wanted to look away from the intense emotion, but it kept you still like a magnet.

"I've wanted to confess to you for a very, very long time. I let many opportunities escape me and had recently settled for leaving us the way things were. I would have rather kept you close to me as a best friend than push you away by confessing. It wasn't important to me what you were, as long as it was with me."

Your lips form into a soft smile, hands coming up to wrap around his neck. "Oh, Chan. I never knew you could be such a romantic."

With that, you pulled his head down back to your lips, begging to feel it all over again. The one hand on the wall moved to your waist, sliding to reach the small of your back to push you closer. Your body pressed firmly into his as he made you feel things you never thought you'd be able to with him. With every connection of your lips, Chan whispers his feelings for you, filling up every one of your senses with his love.

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pettypuppy-jonghyun · 8 months ago

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Confession | Bang Chan

Summary: you accidentally send a confession text to best friend!chan

Warnings: mentions of anxiety

Notes: idk why I'm so overwhelmed with the feeling of this scenario, but my GOD would I loved to be in his arms rn

@minnysproutgriffinteddy I really hope you enjoy this as much as I did making it!

Oh, you did it now.

At least, it wasn't right.

You tossed your phone back onto the bed as if it burned you. "Oh my god!" You whisper shout into the air, staring at your thrown phone like it was poisonous. "Oh my god!"

"Chris..." your voice drifts off, unsure how to address the situation. Your eyebrows were furrowed and lips curled back in hesitation.

Your heart beat could be heard so vividly. "Christopher Bang, you let me go through this embarrassment this entire time?"

He laughs lightly, breath fanning your cheeks. "Trust me, you were not alone. I felt like my soul left my body when I saw that text."

Your lips form into a soft smile, hands coming up to wrap around his neck. "Oh, Chan. I never knew you could be such a romantic."

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pettypuppy-jonghyun · 9 months ago

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feels like christmas.

Pairing: Reader x Jaehyun AU: Husband!Jaehyun, Dad!Jaehyun, Domestic, Christmas Genre: Fluff Summary: A short peek into the holiday season with Jaehyun and his family. Also an epilogue for these summer lovers.

"There we go, let's place that one right here." You whisper out, helping the little girl place the cookie dough onto the baking sheet.

She furrowed her eyebrows in concentration before breaking out in a bright smile upon seeing her gingerbread safely among the other Christmas shapes. You wipe some flour from her dark hair that's pulled back, "Can I eat the rest of the dough?" She looks at you expectantly.

"Fa la la la la," You both turn to the entrance of the kitchen seeing your husband enter the room singing along to the Christmas music playing on the radio. Bouncing a small baby in his arms he comes closer to look at the baking.

"Daddy," your daughter says, "These are our cookies for Santa." She points excitedly and he gasps to appease her, "How amazing are these." He hovers behind you both looking at the arrangement of trees, reindeer, and gingerbread. You reach to grab your son from his arms, smiling as he yawns, still warm from his bath and cuddled in his Christmas pajamas. Kissing his forehead and tucking him into your arms as your husband helps your daughter off the counter.

Watching as he places the sheet in the oven, you speak up, "Jaehyun, someone wants to eat the rest of the cookie dough." You nod your head to the little girl who gives him a smile she has learned he cannot refuse.

He laughs, reaching for the counter and pulling a piece of dough before handing it to her, "Here lovie, eat this and then let's get you in the bath so we can get ready for bed before Santa comes."

Only an hour later and you were cuddled into the couch, your son sleeping peacefully on your chest as he suckles on his pacifier. Jaehyun and your daughter sat in front of the fireplace, her cuddled into his lap as he reads from a Christmas book.

In quiet moments like these you think how far your life has come. It seems only yesterday you were a young college student falling in love with Jaehyun over summers.

But it's been many years now, and your summer boy is yours year-round; that summer feeling here to stay for good.

Though at the time you craved that feeling of summer that the boy brought, some things have changed. Since those days Jaehyun and you have married and settled down. A cozy house, a determined 4-year daughter, and curious 4 month old son. Your small family seemed to fit together perfectly.

Since your daughter had been born, you started to crave a different feeling. The peacefulness of winter. The calmness of the holidays with your families. Cozy fires, falling snow, Christmas carols, wrapping presents, making traditions. Seeing how magical your kids find the season.

It seems as though time slows for you around Christmas and your heart swells during this time every year.

"Mommy," You break your trance to see your daughter as approached you on the couch, "It's time to sleep before Santa comes," She states with a yawn and you give her a smile, running your hand over her hair. "Go on, I'll be right there."

She scurries down the hall, her pajama dress flowing around her. "You okay?" Jaehyun asks as he folds the blanket and places it back on the couch. You nod, careful of your son, "Yes, was just thinking." He stands over you, running a hand over your son's hair before doing the same to you, "About what?"

"About how happy I am." You whisper out, "I love you. I love our family. I love doing the holidays with you." He smiles at your confession, leaning to kiss your lips softly, "I love you. I love this." He whispers back before standing straight again.

Your kids would go to bed now and you would get to spend the night in your own secret traditions with Jaehyun. Traditions being parents brought to you. Traditions you wouldn't change for the world.

Then you would awake in the morning to see how excited your daughter was Christmas morning. Basking in the magic through her. You would go to spend the rest of the day with your parents, your brother Johnny, and his own family, and Jaehyun's parents.

You couldn't think of anything more perfect, and your heart felt as warm as the fire.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Jaehyun asks, eyes lovingly taking you in. You nod in return, "Yeah, it feels like Christmas."

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pettypuppy-jonghyun · 9 months ago

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hey babe <3 i got a haircut

it was the text no girlfriend wanted to receive and it was your growing fear as you watched mark's hair get longer and longer. you had expressed to him how much you loved his long hair. it had become a daily activity where he would lay his head in your lap as you played with and put his hair into weird hairstyles. you took the time every morning to tangle your fingers in it and run your hands through the long locks as sleep still lingered in the air. your stomach dropped as you opened your phone and saw that very text.

how much ...

you texted him back almost immediately. it was ultimately mark's decision to cut his hair and even with how dramatic you where, you were still going to stand beside your man; even if he was bald.

just a little off the top nothing too much

and dramatic is what you where when he walked into the shared apartment. his hair that had grown past his eyes was cut back to being a little above them. the back of it that had grown to his neck and was beginning to curl now revealed a fresh undercut. "how do you like it baby?" mark had a huge grin on his face that was hard to fight against. "it looks so good," your voice was shakier than you had wanted it to be. you could feel tears brimming your eyes.

mark was quick to rush over to you, "what's wrong?" he took you into his arms. "you're bald," you finally sobbed out. you hiccuped into his chest as you clung onto him. he laughed and patted your head, "i'm not bald. it was just a little cut". you cried harder into his chest, "they took it all off". he let out another laugh and just held you close to him. your sobs finally subsided and you pulled away to finally get a close up look of the new haircut. you felt tears in your eyes again and mark stared at you in shock as you practically flung yourself back into his arms. "what happened now? you don't like it?" he moved you away to wipe your tears and kiss your forehead.

"you're so fine," was the only sentence you were able to choke out.

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pettypuppy-jonghyun · 9 months ago

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The Butt| Lee Felix

Summary: He touched the butt!

Warnings: none. Absolute fluff and flirting.

Your yelp echoed in the small apartment, the startle in your tone quite evident. Now a little jumpy from the action against your behind, you swing around to face the culprit. Your heart was racing and facial expression showed your absolute confusion.

"Lee Felix?!"

He had a large smile across his lips as he gazed at you. "I'm sorry my love, but it was too tempting. It was just....there."

Felix curls his arms around you from behind, squeezing you tightly so you couldn't wiggle from his grip. His head nuzzled into the side of yours, placing a sweet kiss on the top of your fuzzy sweater. He hummed when you reached up a hand to hold the back of his head, fingers threading in the hair.

"So you smacked my butt because it was just....there?" You repeat sarcastically. You were stunned to say the least, as Felix was never one to do something like that. The yelp of surprise was a good indication of that.

Felix was smiling smugly into your shoulder, you could tell. "Can you blame me? You look wonderful, as always, and it's been so tempting."

You roll your eyes with a tsk of your tongue. You wanted to laugh, but you couldn't give him the satisfaction. After a moment, though, you had to cave. You needed to know something.

"Does this skirt really make my butt look good?"

Felix snorts loudly, attempting to pull away from his hold on you. Your cry in resistance made him pull you closer, though, as he giggles softly. "Yes, you look amazing."

"But specifically in the skirt, right? I got it off of Amazon, you know me and my online shopping, and I thrifted this new sweater. I figured we could go on a little errand date today and wanted to look, you know, cute!"

He couldn't help it this time, he had to pull away to laugh. He bends over, hands on his knees as his cry of laughter bellows out. You couldn't resist the giggles too, realizing how quickly you spewed the words for approval. Felix's eyes were glowing when he looked up to you again, grin larger than his lips could take.

"Yes, my love, you look absolutely ravishing. Even if I was completely unaware of your intentions---and this date, by the way---you still attracted me perfectly into your seduction and captivated me." His laid his accent on thick, making sure to sound as sophisticated as possible as he reached for your hand.

"I expect nothing less from my dearest true love," you mimicked him, accepting his hand. You watched him pull you closer, kissing the top of your hand. Then, with his other arm, wrapping it around your waist.

His lips rested softly on your forehead for a seconds length. "You are hilarious, you know that?" Pulling back to look into your mischievous eyes. "What's this date you mentioned?"

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A Secret | Lee Felix

Summary: it's your first kiss and Felix doesn't know

Warnings: none---just fluffy

Notes: this is a repost since the other one was glitching on me

Felix's hand had cradled your face gently as you stood outside your apartment. His eyes meeting yours, searching for any signs that you didn't want this too. Of course, he wouldn't be able to find them. You wanted to kiss him, but you couldn't.

"May I?" He whispered softly, eyes dropping down to your lips swiftly.

You had smiled at him, shaking your head. "Next time," you assured him. To leave it off sweetly, you turned your head to kiss the inside of his palm before pulling away. If you hadn't removed yourself from his grasp, you would have been too enticed.

Felix hadn't shown signs of disappointment that night. It was your first date, it ended sweetly, and he respected your decision. Even after the second date, when you had swiftly avoided being in the same situation again and entered your apartment with ease.

The third date had happened later in your relationship. At this point, you both were becoming confident you felt the same for each other. You spoke to one another at every chance you could, leaving days to end with each other's voices. He asked if you wished to be his partner, as he wanted you to be, and you were elated to accept.

However, by the end of the night when you both had to go your separate ways instead of meeting at your apartment, you caught yourself in a bad spot. The soft nights air, his silky deep voice, it all came together and had you leaning into him. His hands reached for your face again, wanting to hold you as you neared one another, but you pulled back.

After that, you both sat in silence for a minute. You hated yourself for your impulsive actions. You started to gnaw on your bottom lip harshly as you looked anywhere but at Felix. The heartbeat in your chest could be heard from miles away. Your fingernails started to scratch at the nail polish you just decorated that night.

"May I ask you something?"

You winced, but agreed. "Go ahead," you mumble, awaiting his question with a heavy mind.

"Do you not want to kiss me?" He shuffled so that he could face you better. "Originally I believed it's because you wanted to wait for us to be dating, and I was perfectly fine with that. But tonight, as you lean in like you want to, you recoiled so quickly I-"

"Stop!" You shout in panic, startling him as you turn around, hands waving him down."Stop right there! Do not assume anything is your fault, it is mine."

His brows furrowed in confusion as he listened. "Is it not because you don't wish to kiss me?"

"Oh I want to kiss you. My god I want to kiss you! But it's just..."

Felix cocks his head to the side like a small puppy. "Is something on my lips? Are they chapped?" His fingertips touched his lips to check for dried skin. "I won't push it if you don't want to kiss me, really I-"

You place your hand over his lips quickly, stopping his words yet again. "Felix! Hush!" You wait for his eyes to soften from his shocked expression before continuing. "I don't know how to kiss."

His eyes burned into the side of your head as you turned away, not being able to meet his gaze. He mumbled behind your hands, then decided to reach up and remove them from his mouth. "You don't know how? Is this your first kiss?"

You cringe at his bluntness. "Maybe...?" You squeaked out.

Felix suddenly has his arms wrapped around you, squeezing you tightly. "I'm so sorry! I've been so inconsiderate, I didn't even think about that. This whole time I was worried it was me, but then you agreed to be with me and I couldn't figure any of it out."

He rambled on and on, his stress just releasing from his lips as he continued to spout nonsense. You felt guilty as you listened, realizing his inner thoughts wouldn't have matched yours, had you not spoken them aloud. Reaching your hand up, you cupped his cheek like he usually does to you.

"Felix, I'm so sorry this came to be the way it was. From now on, I will communicate my worries with you ahead of time, so we both don't come to our own conclusions."

He smiled brightly, leaning into your palm. "I will also work on my communication as well, love. That way we don't come to situations like these anymore."

His smile, so sweet, you thought.

You watched him close his eyes, taking a deep breath and releasing his discomfort into the air. The tension had now fully left the two of you, and your heart could finally settle. But watching him like this, at peace and leaning into your touch, was too much to take. You couldn't even stop yourself this time, you leant in far too close to pull back. Before you knew it, your lips were connecting to his.

You pulled back enough to look him in his eyes, panic filling yours. "Oh my god, I didn't even ask!"

His eyes creased with his smile as he gazed at you. "It's okay, I've been wanting to kiss you for a while. However, I wanted your first kiss to be engaged by me."

You laugh lightly, still so close to him it was unbelievable. "Well how about we make this next one, our first kiss?"

Felix met you first, lips softly touching your own. Your heart was abuzz as he moved you two, arms wrapping around your middle as he pulled you even closer. When you took your hand from his face, resting it on the arm that wrapped around you, he took the opportunity to reach for your face instead. His fingers gently touched the side of your jaw and chin, using very little strength to guide you into turning your head to the side. This opened more room for him to turn the opposite way, kissing you deeply.

His lips would come apart to leave sweet pecks, ones you had a difficulty meeting each time so you could only leave your lips flat and waiting. But the way he kissed you, so lovingly and soft, you wondered why you waited so long to tell him. Even if it was your first kiss, Felix wasn't ever going to make you feel uncomfortable. You had no experience, but he didn't make you feel that way. And now you were glad you saved that moment just for him.

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pettypuppy-jonghyun · 10 months ago

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Coachella - Woosung (Sammy)

A/N: My first The Rose writing. Big thanks to anon for requesting, and especially for requesting my bias!

Playing Coachella was a big deal for The Rose, but what made it an even bigger deal for Woosung was that he had you there with him.

The guys were getting ready and hyping themselves side stage and you were right there with them to offer encouragement.

"I'm kind of nervous," Woosung admitted to you as he bounced up and down to release some of the nervous energy.

"You'll do amazingly, babe, you always do," you assured him.

"Thanks," he smiled back at you. "I don't know whether you watching makes it better or worse."

"Oh, don't worry about that. As soon as you head on stage, I'm going for a wander to see who else is playing," you joked.

Woosung quickly grabbed your wrist, as if he thought you were actually going to leave. "You wouldn't dare."

You took a step closer to him, "Wouldn't I? If me being here makes you nervous, maybe I should."

The words had barely left your lips when you found yourself caught in a short but passionate kiss.

"You won't," he asserted.

"Hm, promise me more of that when the sets done, and I definitely won't."

He shot you that cheeky smile you loved so much before retorting. "Maybe you'll need to stay here to find out."

The moment was broken by Dojoon calling your boyfriend away. You couldn't stop the smile the formed on your face as The Rose readied themselves and headed out on stage. As much fun as it was to tease your somewhat possessive boyfriend, you were so proud of him and band that you would never have missed this performance.

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Cold Nights | Kim Hongjoong

Summary: it's a cold night and bf!Hongjoong has stolen the blanket

Notes: made back in 2019 as a request

Warnings: short af

There was a sudden rush of cold air washing over my skin, causing goosebumps to form. In the moment of change, I had slowly become more awake over time. My eyes were adjusting to the dark and my mind was coming back from dream land, just briefly fluctuating between the two world's. That was, until I realized, the large duvet blanket now barely hanging off my one leg.

I recognized the culprit behind why I had suddenly awakened to the cool bedroom setting, rather than be cocooned in my forever relaxing blanket. There beside me was a wrapped and warm Hongjoong lightly snoring away. He had most likely fallen into dream land himself after a hard day at work. And as he did, he yanked away my comfort to the opposite side of the bed.

"You're kidding," I mutter under my breath. I rub my eyes, sitting up and turning to stare at the person I claimed to love. He was resting so peacefully, I had to truthfully debate on whether I could take back my happiness and leave him empty. But then I remembered he had no literal care for my discomfort and gripped the blanket tightly. In a few large tugs, the blanket was unrolled from his body and I could take it back to my side.

I snuggled deep into the covers in satisfaction. Beside me Hongjoong stirred in his sleep, now feeling the same cold air I had once felt prior. I had smiled smugly, knowing that now I was happy and ready to sleep again. Yet, as I began to lay down, a hand grabbed back the blanket.

"What are you doing?" Hongjoong says lowly into the night, fingers curled around my prized possession. "Why are you taking the whole blanket?"

I scrunched my nose. "Me?! You nearly froze me to death by cuddling yourself into a corner and keeping your warmth. I have nothing!"

Upon hearing my words he chuckles, brushing back his long hair with his free hand before sitting up more. "Baby, we can share the blanket. I promise I will try not to steal it completely."

I shook my head. "Not a chance. You can get one from the closet. I refuse to die of hypothermia in my own home."

Hongjoong sighs at my dramatic words, pulling on the blankets again before flattening them out. He throws both ends over our shoulders before wrapping his arms around my waist. Through his sleepy self, he slowly managed to scoot against me before snuggling his head atop of my own.

"Now sleep, my love. We both have work in the morning."

I could feel the fatigue take over, weighing in my eyes and mind to have me sleep. I was going to give in completely to this feeling when I decided to turn to my side.

"Joong?" I call out, hoping he hadn't fallen back to sleep quite yet.

"Hmm?"

"You are so warm."

My hands reach up to softly trace over his features, knowing that I could just imagine the perfect smile of his in my head. Although too dark to tell, the rising of his lips could be felt under the tip of my fingers. He moves his mouth to place small and gentle kisses on my fingers.

I pulled him closer as the warmth of him was becoming addicting. "It's because you stole my blanket."

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Sad Movies | Bang Chan

Summary: you get emotional over fictional characters, bf!Channie does not

Notes: fluffy, mention of sad movies but not in description

Warnings: idk what this is I just hurriedly finished an old draft😓

Chan straightens up when he hears a soft whimper throughout the house. He turns his head slightly to listen again, pausing any other movements. When he confirms his thoughts, he starts to walk to where he thinks the crying is coming from.

He knocks quietly on your shared bedroom door. "Sweetheart?"

You tell him to come in through your sobs. You knew why he was there, checking up on you. You were crying so hard it would be weird if he didn't come at the sound. But you couldn't help it. Not when the show you were watching killed off such a good character.

"What's wrong, baby?" His eyes were full of worry as he entered the room, immediately crawling on the bed to get to you.

You lean into his arms as they wrap around you for protection. "The show! They killed him, Channie. Just killed him off!"

Chan pauses for a second, changing his focus to the tv. Then he lets out a breath of relief and squeezes you tighter. "You're crying over the show?"

Smacking his shoulder, you pushed back from him. "Yes I'm crying over a show! It's sad, dude. Very sad."

Your boyfriend nods in agreement, recognizing the show as something you both watched when it first aired. It had been quite some time since he'd seen it, although he knew this was a rewatch for you. Still, he was quite aware of your emotional connection to fictional characters, regardless of how many times you've seen it play out. You know the character dies and it still hurts you.

"Honey, can you warn me when you watch something like this again? I need to know when to be concerned."

Chan hadn't meant for it to sound as harsh as it did, truthfully. He wanted you to feel a little guilty for making his heart race with worry, hearing you cry so hard. Instead, he made you push him away in annoyance.

"I'll have you know, Sir Bang Chan, that this is concerning that you have never once cried to this show, let alone any show!" You scooted to the far edge of your bed, moving to place pillows in between him and you as a barrier.

His eyebrows raised at your action. Instead of fighting, he nods momentarily while raising his hands in surrender. Chan watches as you turn back to the television, reaching blindly for a tissue and bringing it straight up to your nose for a harsh blow. He cringes softly and begins to back away and off the bed.

"I'm just glad you're okay," he laughs lightly, heading towards the bedroom door to escape.

You began to sigh heavily as the show continued, the scene of your favorite character's death playing over again as a next episode recap. Instead of skipping it, like you should have, you watched it over as you felt your frustration pent up. Chan would never understand how devastating it was to watch the people on the show cry so desperately in hopes to have their loved one back in their arms.

"You just don't have a heart!" You suddenly say to your boyfriend, catching his attention again. "Anyone with emotions would cry at this tragedy. They didn't even need to kill him!"

Chan felt the challenge that came with those words. His head tilted to the side as he narrowed his eyes, slowly turning to meet your gaze. "I think I have more emotions than you."

You shook your head defiantly, wiping the tears away with more tissues. "Not a chance. Only psychopaths don't cry at sad movies." You paused for a moment, thinking about your words. "I'm sure you didn't cry for the 'Bridge to Terabithia' movie, or maybe even 'Big Daddy's couldn't make you cry."

He eased himself back onto the bed on the opposite side of your pillow barrier. "Well maybe I would if I had ever seen those."

You gasped at the new information. "What?! Never seen them? Were you born under a rock?!"

Chan picked up a pillow, tossing it at your face in an attempt to quiet you. "That's what I said, isn't it?"

You say up on your knees, completely ignoring your show as you turned to face your lover completely. "Okay so what about A walk to remember'?" At the shake of his head you continued to list," 'The Notebook', 'A Werewolf Boy', 'Always'?"

You stared at him in shock, listing both American and Korean movies with no luck. If only you knew popular Australian movies, maybe that would make a difference.

You hesitated to offer one last sad movie, " 'Marley and me'?"

Chan jumped, pointing a finger towards you. "Oooh, yes! That one. I've seen that one, it's actually a really sad movie."

Finally finding a common movie, you looked at him expectantly. "So? Did you cry?"

He shook his head. "No."

You sighed, throwing yourself back onto the bed in defeat. You were right after all: only psychopaths don't cry at sad movies. You could never watch 'Marley and me' without bawling your eyes out. In fact, you had only seen it one other time because of it. Sure, some people had a range of emotional strength when it came to sad movies, but there's a limit.

"You're just plain heartless," you muttered beneath your hands that covered your face.

Chan giggled beside you, maneuvering so he hovered directly above you. He gently pried away your hands, smiling brightly at your distressed expressions. "I cry when it comes to you," he reasoned thoughtfully. "Everything about you is so beautiful and perfect I can't help but tear up sometimes."

You rolled your eyes at his flirting. "Not the same, Christopher."

He laughed loudly, leaning down to peck your lips. "Alright you got me, I'm a cold hearted animal. Just please, for the love of everything living in this world, tell me when you're wanting to upset yourself by rewatching sad things."

You watched as he began to leave the bedroom again. "I know you can't be human if you didn't cry at Highschool Musical whenever Gabriella left Troy-"

"Now that!" Chan pauses in his steps, turning to point a finger at you again. "That I cried to. Every time."

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