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[taesansbeloved]

The queen is back.

"hot chocolate"

myung jaehyun x reader

established relationship. yn's moody and on her period. she makes "hot chocolate" and cries over children's movies. jaehyun is the cutest bf. also not important to the story but yn is an idol too. silly silly silly, as my works always are. lowercase intended. no warnings, just pure cuteness. enjoyy

wc: 1,435

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incoming call from 'jaehyunie'...swipe up to answer!

"hey jae, what's up?" yn asks as she picks up the phone, putting the call on speaker mode. "hey baby...nothing much, just got out of the shower and thought i'd call...i miss you" jaehyun's voice is deeper than usual, raspy from the performance he had just wrapped up over at music bank a couple hours ago.

the girl giggles, "i miss you too..." she trails off, shuffling around in her large bed. "what're you up to right now? still at the company?" jae's question spoke out of her phone, followed by the sound of his own sheets rustling beneath his weight. yn shook her head, as if he were able to see it, replying shortly after. "no...i got my period so i threw a tantrum about women's rights to manager-nim and he let me leave work early" a mischievous laugh escapes her lips - contagious, as one began to falter out of his own mouth.

“can i come over then?”

there was an unusual second of silence, or maybe longer than that.

“baby?” his voice calls out, “you still there?” another second went by and he was met with the sound of her bed squeaking once again. “hi, yeah sorry i dropped my hair-clip and i was looking for it, sorry what were you saying?” the boy couldn’t help but sheepishly laugh at his girlfriend before repeating himself, “i'm coming over” it wasn't a question this time, instead it was more like a statement. she didn't mind though, in fact, she yelped in joy taking him by surprise. “need me to bring anything?” his voice faded it out of the speaker, and then once again the call was met with silence. 

“hmm…nope! just you” yn decides after thinking. “okay  i’ll see you in-” jaehyun is cut off, “actually wait! actually nope never mind just bring you, thanks” he laughs at her again, out of pure cuteness aggression. “okay my love, see you in a jiffy, i love you~”

"okay babe, love you too~"

beep

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the girl ignores the floating notification, swiping out of the messaging app he had called from and heading over to tiktok, mindlessly scrolling through the video-contenting app as she slowly got out of bed, a whine escaping her mouth and a hand pressing against her lower abdomen that ached from her cramps. she rolls her eyes, cursing the feminine gods who had gifted her with a uterus as she makes her way over to her little kitchen in her solo dorm.

yn set her phone down on the counter, opening up her refrigerator and pulling out a carton of chocolate milk. she reaches over to her freshly washed dishes to fetch a mug, far too lazy to grab a new one from her unnecessarily high cupboards. she sets the mug down, beginning to unscrew the carton when she is interrupted by the sound of her doorbell. 

simultaneously, the mini screen that connected to the dorm buzzer turns on, revealing her boyfriend who is clad in his plaid pajama pants and whatever random hoodie he found on his bedroom floor. she giggles as she clicks on the microphone button, “state your business” yn says in a monotone voice, mimicking those she’d seen in many hollywood movies before. she could see him smile widely, his teeth growing ten times bigger due to the cheap wide-lens camera installed. “i come in peace! let me see my girlfriend, please kind sir” he jokes, playing into the stupid act she had started. “hehe okay” her voice is back to normal this time, a grin on her face as she buzzes him in.  

the door to her space is opened, followed by the shuffling noises of her boyfriend removing his puppy-themed slippers at the entry-way. yn goes back to her milk, pouring the chocolate-y liquid into her mug before turning around to stuff it in the microwave. 

the boy secretly watches her from behind, slowly walking up to her to engulf her right into his arms. she smiles, leaning into his touch. “hey baby...” jaehyun says quietly, almost whispering the words lovingly into her ear as he snuggled his head into her shoulder, pressing light kisses on the surface in the process. the girl sighs, turning her whole body around to fully sink into his own. he kissed the top of her head, causing her to look up and pucker her lips out. he smiles with his teeth, cupping her face and dramatically leaning in to place a nice big kiss on her…

BEEP BEEP BEEP

“oh!” yn turns around to face the microwave once again and jaehyun subconsciously lets out a sigh. “what did you make?” he asks, stepping back as she pulls the mug out of the heating device. “hot chocolate!” she says happily, placing the hot mug onto the counter. “you mean…microwaved chocolate milk?” the boy questions, raising an eyebrow as his partner sips the drink and nods. “my love, why didn’t you just make one of those hot chocolate bombs they sell downstairs at the convenience store? i could’ve grabbed one for you” he laughs, following her over into her living room. “but i didn’t want to wait and those things take forever to melt!” she whines, to which he playfully rolls his eyes.

“now come here and watch a movie with me!” yn pouts, patting the spot on the couch beside her. jae gives in, knowing how emotional she got when it was that time of the month, he decided to just go with whatever his beloved princess pookie bear wanted to do tonight…

it's for the best.

and who was he, the ever so loving "best boyfriend ever" myung jaehyun, to refuse a movie night cuddle session with her, the love of his life yn ln?

as soon as his ass made contact with the sofa, the girl found herself moving to practically lay all her weight against him, causing the boy to grunt slightly. “relax baby, i’m not going anywhere..” he says, getting comfortable and softly wrapping his arms around her waist “what movie are we watching?” jaehyun asks as he watches his girlfriend click on the buttons on her remote control. “big hero 6” she replies quickly, having already made up her mind. “oh nice, i haven’t seen that one in a while” he says, followed by a terrible baymax impression that does not amuse her one bit.

“i love big hero 6, it makes me cry” yn's words make the boy beside her furrow his eyebrows in confusion. “cry?...why? even i don't think i cried watching this movie...and you know me, i'm a crybaby...what about it makes you-” he's cut off, “just see.”

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“WHY DID HE HAVE TO DIE!!??!?”

yn shouts, tears violently spilling out of her eyes. jaehyun is desperately holding in his laughs, trying his best to comfort his girlfriend who was manically crying into his chest. “MY TADASHI HE DIDN’T DESERVE IT…I HATE THAT CALLAGHAN GUY I WANT TO PUNCH HIM!” she continues, her murderous sentences muffled against the now damp fabric of his hoodie. the movie wasn’t even over yet, she can never make it past the first few minutes up until the death of her first ever crush she’s ever had, tadashi hamada. 

even jaehyun, the crybaby himself thought it was a little ridiculous and yet he found it ever so adorable all at the same time. he couldn’t help but grin at the thought of his beloved idiot bawling her eyes out over the death of a fictional character. it was cute. endearing, even.

“aw my baby, are you done crying now?” the boy finally gives up, letting loose all his laughs as he watches his puffy-eyed partner come to her senses. yn whimpers but nods her head softly, “yeah…” he chuckles again, reaching over to grab the mug off of the coffee table. “here, drink your hot chocolate darling” she thanks him weakly, sipping on her drink before making the largest sad face in the world. he smiles, thinking the reaction was because she was truly not over tadashi’s death, but then she says in a tone so quiet he could barely hear it properly if it wasn’t for how closely they sat beside each other.

“jaehyunie…”

his eyebrows furrow, worried that she might suddenly have something serious to say.

“yeah? what is it, baby?"

a pause.

“can you microwave me some chocolate milk please? this one is cold"

...

RIP myung jaehyun

cause of death: cuteness aggression because of his moody gf.

the end.

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HEHE hellooooo sorry for the minor hiatus i was in. i had a lot going on but good news! i got my GEDs <3 no longer a highschool student YIPEEEE also im seeing bnd in 19 days OMGOMGOMGG i cant wait :3 i thought this idea was cute so i wrote it but now i yearn for bf myungjae TTTTTTTTT hope u guys liked this thoo!! love, kona.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤFALL LIKE A LITTLE GIRL, 한동민

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ──── 𝗍𝖺𝖾𝗌𝖺𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌—𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾.

𝑓𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝑟𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ㅤᵔ ᵕ ᵔㅤ 𝖥𝖨𝖵𝖤𝖧𝖴𝖭𝖣𝖱𝖤𝖣 ㅤ✧ ㅤ𝖾𝗌𝗍. 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿ㅤ ⸝⸝ ㅤ𝗐. ──── 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀ㅤㅤ ❪ 𝖢𝖫𝗂𝖢𝖪𝖥𝖮𝖱𝖬𝖮𝖱𝖤 ❫

ㅤ🗯ㅤ𓈒ㅤ𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 ! 𝗌𝗈 𝗂 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 >< 𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝖾𝗌𝖺𝗇

Shopping with Taesan always felt like a dream—mostly because he spoiled you so effortlessly, carrying every single bag without a word of complaint. No matter how many times you tried to take at least one off his hands, he refused, dodging your attempts with ease and brushing off your protests like they were nothing.

Now, as you both stood in front of the elevator, waiting for it to reach your floor, exhaustion finally settled in. You’d had your fun, bought everything that caught your eye, and now all you wanted was to go home and melt into the couch—preferably with Taesan beside you.

The strap of your purse kept slipping off your shoulder, and you absentmindedly tugged it back up with a quiet huff, not even realizing how many times you’d done it in the past couple of minutes. But, of course, Taesan noticed.

“Give it to me,” he said suddenly, reaching for your purse before you could even process his words.

You blinked up at him in disbelief, watching as he effortlessly took it from your grasp and slung it over his arm. You had no idea how he was still managing to hold everything without looking the slightest bit strained.

“Taesan, I can hold my purse myself,” you tried to argue, straightening up in an attempt to sound more firm.

He just clicked his tongue, shaking his head like you were being unreasonable. “Well, you clearly can’t if you keep dropping it.”

You frowned. “I didn’t drop it—”

Before you could even finish the sentence, Taesan leaned down, pressing a soft, fleeting kiss against your lips. It was firm enough to silence you but so gentle that it left your heart fluttering. The warmth of his lips disappeared almost as quickly as it had come, leaving you staring up at him with wide eyes, your thoughts wiped completely blank.

“Hush,” he murmured, his voice low and sweet, a smirk tugging at his lips at your dazed expression. “I’m fine with holding your bags, baby.”

Your lips parted slightly, but no words came out. You could still feel the ghost of his kiss lingering, your skin tingling with warmth.

Too flustered to look at him, you turned your gaze downward—only to meet the wide, excited eyes of a little girl standing behind you. She clapped her hands together in delight before bursting into a fit of giggles, clearly amused by what she had just witnessed.

Your cheeks burned even hotter. With playful embarrassment, you scrunched your nose at her, but she only giggled more, making it harder to fight back the smile threatening to form on your lips.

Still flustered, you let out a small huff before leaning into Taesan, resting your cheek against his shoulder. He didn’t say anything—just let out a soft chuckle, shifting slightly as he adjusted his hold on the bags so he could stand a little closer.

And when the elevator finally arrived, he gently nudged you forward, effortlessly carrying everything as if the weight of all those bags meant nothing at all.

‎ ‎     • 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 🍀 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 ───── 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 ˆᗜˆ

tags @coquettejunnie , @hanninova , @chaeneu , @aloe-7 , @en-dream , @rizzkisworld , @sgz-net , @kstrucknet , @k-films , @cosmicwintr , @mydearyeseo , @ladyaida

[taesansbeloved]

警告 : ❪ VALENTINES ❫ PUBLIC DISPLAY AFFECTION ── 𝗂'𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾. 𝗂 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗒, 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝗏𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖾.

𝓲. showing public displays of affection with enhypen

❪ 日语 ❫ : enhypen & fem!rea 1OOO ❜ skinship, petnames kissing ⎯ fluff head canons one shot ˊᯅˋ & click / archive

notes. . 다니 ⸝⸝ happy valentines day everyone~ hope you feel loved when reading!! my second valentines on tumblr (> <)

LEE HEESEUNG

heeseung has no shame, absolutely none, and it shows when you’re standing in line at a coffee shop, pretending not to notice the way his hand rests lightly on your waist. “you know,” he begins, leaning in closely, “if the barista doesn't call you the prettiest thing they've seen all day, i might have to correct them.” you roll your eyes, biting back a grin, but he catches it anyway, his smirk widening. “ah, there it is. my favorite smile,” he teases, voice low, like he’s telling you a secret meant for only the two of you. people are definitely staring now, but he doesn’t care. “heeseung,” you mutter, half-pleading, half-laughing, as his fingers trail down to interlock with yours. “what? just telling the truth, angel,” he says, grinning shamelessly, and somehow, even though you want to hide, you never really mind.

PARK JAY

"angel!" jay's voice echoes through the store, loud enough that heads turn, but you’re already used to it—used to the way he calls for you like you’re the only person in the world. you peek up from the display of luxury bags he insisted on buying you, only to find him grinning at you from across the store, holding up two pairs of heels. "which one, baby?" he asks, and before you can answer, he’s already walking over, wrapping an arm around your waist. "actually, you’re getting both, sweetheart." you roll your eyes, but your heart flips anyway, just like it does every time he effortlessly calls you by pet names in public, unbothered by the stares. "jay, let’s get something to eat after this," you hums, as jay presses a quick kiss to your temple. "whatever you want, my love." and really, how could you ever mind when he’s just so, so perfect?

SIM JAKE

"baby," jake whines, arms wrapping around your waist from behind as you’re browsing through a rack of clothes. his chin rests on your shoulder, and before you can even react, he presses a soft kiss to your cheek. "you've been looking at this for so long," he pouts, swaying you side to side in his hold. you huff a laugh, but before you can respond, he turns your face slightly and plants another kiss—this time on your lips. "jake," you whisper, glancing around, but he just grins, completely unbothered. "what? i missed you," he murmurs, kissing your forehead, then your nose, then the corner of your lips. "missed me? we've been together the whole time," you say, exasperated. he only hums, linking his fingers with yours as he tugs you closer. "doesn't matter," he mumbles, kissing your temple. "i just wanna love on my baby, is that a crime?"

PARK SUNGHOON

"give me that," sunghoon says, already taking the shopping bags from your hands before you can protest. you blink up at him, watching as he effortlessly holds everything—your purse included—like it’s second nature. "sunghoon, i can carry my own stuff," you huff, but he just gives you a look, the one that means don’t even try. "why would you when i’m right here, baby?" he deadpans, adjusting the bags in one hand so he can reach out and tuck your hair behind your ear with the other. "at least let me hold my purse—" "no." his tone is final, but there’s a small smile playing on his lips as he takes your hand instead, lacing your fingers together. "just hold onto me, okay?" he murmurs, squeezing your hand as he leads you forward. and really, how could you ever argue with that?

KIM SUNOO

"baby, hurry!" sunoo whines, tugging at your hand as he weaves through the crowded street with practiced ease, practically dragging you along. his fingers are warm, intertwined with yours. "we need to get there before the line gets too long!" you barely have time to process where “there” even is before he’s pulling you along again. he looks back every few steps, grinning, cheeks slightly flushed from the cold. whenever the crowd gets too dense, he squeezes your hand twice—his little way of checking in. at crosswalks, he swings your joined hands playfully, humming some tune under his breath, and when you finally slow down in front of the café he was so determined to reach, he presses a quick kiss to your knuckles. "see? told you we'd make it," he says smugly, still holding your hand like he’ll never let go.

YANG JUNGWON

"you're cold," jungwon states matter-of-factly, already shrugging off his jacket before you can protest. you barely get a word out before he drapes it over your shoulders, his hands lingering just a little longer to adjust the collar properly. "you should’ve told me earlier." his voice is soft, barely above a whisper, but there’s something so undeniably warm about the way he looks at you. you wrap the oversized jacket tighter around yourself, the scent of his cologne lingering in the fabric, and he chuckles, reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. then casually laces his fingers with yours, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. he swings your intertwined hands slightly, his thumb grazing over your knuckles, and when you try to tease him about being so soft, he only grins, leaning in just enough to murmur, "only for you, love."

NISHIMURA RIKI

“guess you’re stuck with me, baby,” riki drawls, already tugging you down before you can protest—not that you ever do. his arms loop around your waist, effortlessly pulling you onto his lap like it’s second nature. it is. “riki,” you sigh, not out of embarrassment but habit, settling against him as his chin drops onto your shoulder. “what? you’d rather stand?” he grins, tilting his head so his lips ghost over your ear. “nah, you love this.” a chuckle rumbles in his chest when you don’t deny it. “see? you fit perfect.” his fingers drum lazily against your hip. across the table, someone raises a brow, but you barely blink—meanwhile, riki revels in their reactions. “jealous?” he teases, smirking at them, then at you. “sorry, but my baby gets vip treatment.” you roll your eyes, but when his hand finds yours, you squeeze back.

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　ᅠ ✿　ᅠ MEDICINE　　────　ᅠ ( han taesan )

𝓹recis ⠀ : ⠀your boyfriend, han dongmin, isn’t the biggest fan of public displays of affection, preferring to maintain his nonchalant image. however, when you come home with a sore throat, his inner romantic pops out instantly.

　　　ᅠ 한태산 ⠀⠀◜◡◝ ⠀⠀𝒇 reader ⠀wc 1.2k ⠀ genre fluff established relationship ⠀ contains mentions of food skinship pet names sickness (sore throat) ⠀ note i’m sorry LOLZ this is suuuuper self-indulgent coz. i am unfortunately Sick ⠀ tagging @a-dream-bookmark ,@/k-labels , @k-nets , @k-films , @sgz-net , @onedoornet

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Dongmin knew, from the moment you stepped into the house, that there was something wrong with you. 

“Welcome home, baby,” he says the second he hears the door open. He’s sitting in the living room, brainstorming some ideas for his upcoming song. He looks up to you, eyebrows furrowing immediately after seeing a blank look on your face. 

The only response he gets from you is a hum. You huffily open your shoes, setting your coat aside, and walk into the bedroom you share with Dongmin. 

Dongmin watches in pure silence as you do all this, concern clouding his thoughts. He knows, immediately, that you’re feeling off—you didn’t run straight into his arms after coming home from your work shift. 

“Y/N? Darling?” he calls, pausing to hear for any replies. 

And after a few minutes of getting silence as your response, Dongmin grunts and jumps off the couch. He tosses his notebook aside, bolting towards your shared bedroom. He stops his momentum as he bumps against the doorframe, a little perplexed seeing you plopped on the bed, face flat down, still in your work clothes. 

The unusual change in your usual behaviour irks him. 

“Baby,” he says softly, “are you mad at me?”

Dongmin asks cautiously, remembering that he didn’t pick you up from work today due to a meeting with the band he’s producing songs for. It’s part of the way Dongmin shows his love for you—he’ll spend extra money on bus tickets just to accompany you on the way to work, even though your workplace is the opposite of his own. 

“No…” he catches a muffled reply from you, weak and tired. Dongmin takes this as a chance—he steps closer to you. His steps are swift yet quiet, and once he’s by the edge of the bed, he shoves his hands into the pockets of his pants. He isn’t used to being the one offering physical affection, so he’s a little unsure of the next move he should be making. 

“Then… What’s the matter, baby?”

Dongmin has his eyes trained on you, quick to catch any kind of response from you. He’s immensely worried—you’re not usually like this. On normal days, you’d spend your evenings talking about your day, telling him about the little things that made you smile today as the two of you take the bus to go home. Usually, Dongmin would enjoy the view of the sun setting into the horizon with you on his lap, taking a nap to recharge after a long day. 

You sluggishly turn, whining. “I don’t know…”

“You don’t feel good?” Dongmin asks, sitting next to you. Still laying down, you nod.

“Yeah,” you say, clearing your throat immediately after. You pout, inching closer to Dongmin. Noticing your actions, Dongmin adjusts his sitting position to let you lay your head on his lap. You settle yourself comfortably, melting into his warmth.

“This feels so much better,” you murmur. 

“Yeah?” he breathes, smiling softly. 

The two of you spend quite some time together—Dongmin stroking your head gently as you close your eyes for a few moments. He’s not a big fan of grandly expressing his love for you—he prefers loving you in the little, simple things in life. But today, he just feels like it—it’s quite tiring pretending to be so nonchalant when all he and the biggest romantic side of him wants is to pepper you in his affection. 

Dongmin is lost in thought as he’s gazing upon you—how gentle and beautiful you look even when your eyes are closed, and how lucky he truly is to have you as the love of his life. He leans down, kissing your forehead, and is surprised at how abnormally warm your skin feels. 

Dongmin places a hand on your forehead. Warm. He frowns, placing his hand on your neck and face. Still warm. 

“Darling,” he calls, his voice gentle as his kiss on your nose. Your eyes flutter open, and he holds your gaze. “Are you sick?”

You clear your throat, clearly uncomfortable as you do so. “Am I?”

Dongmin opens his mouth to speak, but is interrupted by a fit of coughs from you. Both of you widen your eyes, and you immediately sit up. 

“I’m sorry for that–”

“You’re sick.”

You blink profusely, confused. “What?”

“You’re sick,” Dongmin says, matter-of-factly. Without missing a beat, he rushes to the closet and comes back a quick second later with his hoodie—your favourite one to steal from his wardrobe. He hands it to you, his brows crossed in a serious expression. 

“Here,” he says. 

You take it from his hand. “What are you–”

“Go change—” he says, quickly kissing your cheek before darting out of the room. “—I’ll be back!”

You oblige to his words, changing into the Dongmin’s hoodie and some comfortable pants. You walk out of the bedroom, hating how you’re coughing every two minutes. A sweet, tangy smell attacks your nose, and you dash to the kitchen, seeing Dongmin cutting up a pineapple. You can’t fight the smile that immediately erupts on your face, finding his focused expression adorable. 

You cough again, breaking the comfortable silence in the apartment. Dongmin looks up at you, and his eyes instantly light up at the sight of you. He smiles, a kind of fuzzy feeling filling up his chest seeing you comfortable in his clothes.

“What are you doing there? Go rest,” he says, using his head to signal to the direction of the bedroom. 

You purse your lips. He’s right, but you just wanna stand there and watch him do his thing—remembering the tiny details about you, effortlessly doing them for you. Dongmin is cutting pineapples, meticulously picking out the spiky leaves out of the sweet fruit’s flesh—all because he knows that you love eating pineapples whenever you have a sore throat.  

“Where did you get the pineapple?” you ask, approaching him. 

Dongmin scoops the cut-up fruit from the cutting board and into a bowl. “I happened to have one,” he answers, flashing you an ‘innocent’ smile that you know is hiding mischief behind it. 

“You ordered it, didn’t you?” you question, narrowing your eyes at him. Dongmin snickers, shrugging his shoulders. 

“Now, my dearest darling,” Dongmin says, the bowl of pineapple in one hand and another on your back. He guides you to the bedroom, grinning widely. “Let’s cosy up, shoo the sore throat away with some pineapples and a good kdrama?”

Your face lights up with the mention of Dongmin’s brilliant idea. “But you don’t like watching dramas,” you point out as you climb onto bed. 

Dongmin, the stupidly handsome grin still on his face, replies cheekily. “Well, I’ll watch them for you.”

“Why?” you ask, suspiciously glancing at him. 

“Because I love you,” Dongmin says in a sing-song tone, leaning in to give you a swift kiss. 

You giggle into the kiss, already a pink mess. You bury yourself into Dongmin’s hoodie, letting his familiar and comforting scent engulf you as you wait for him to settle next to you. 

You then wrap your arms around Dongmin’s waist, head snugly against his chest. You spend the rest of the night binge-watching a comfort show that you’ve seen multiple times—letting yourself rest, already feeling better with Dongmin feeding you pineapples, knowing that he’s secretly enjoying being the openly affectionate one. Your heartbeats align with one another, and you slowly drift to sleep in peace, forgetting about the annoying feeling of a sore throat. 

Honestly, any pain is tolerable when you’re with Dongmin—his presence is already enough of a medicine for you. 

― © htaesan, 2025.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤMY LIPS DON'T LIE,ㅤ보이넥스트도어

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ― my pretty lips are only for you.

𝑓emale 𝑟eader ⟡ TWOTHOUSAND&FOURHUNDRED / fluff , down bad bnd ᵔᵕᵔ suggestive , kissing ⸝⸝ ❪ CLiCKFORMORE ❫

ALTERNATIVELY ──── first kiss with them.

myung jaehyun.

jaehyun keeps psyching himself out. he wants to kiss you—god, he wants to—but every time he even thinks about it, his heart starts racing, his hands get clammy, and he ends up chickening out. he tells himself he’ll do it next time. next time. always next time.

but then one day, you're sitting next to him, completely unaware of the internal chaos he's going through. he's absentmindedly playing with your hair, running his fingers through it as you flip through a book, your focus entirely on the pages. and jaehyun—jaehyun is completely focused on you.

he doesn’t even register the question you just asked him until you turn to him with the softest expression, waiting for his response. and that’s it. his brain just goes static.

"can i kiss you?"

he blurts it out before he can stop himself, and before you can even process the words—before he can process them—he panics and kisses your cheek instead.

you blink at him, confused. it’s not that it’s unusual—jaehyun is an affectionate person, always has been. but something about the way he’s suddenly avoiding eye contact, ears turning red, tells you that wasn’t what he meant to do.

he groans, hiding his face in his hands. "wait, that’s not—ugh, never mind."

you can’t help but giggle, reaching over to tug his hands away from his face. "it's fine," you say, amused, and your smile is so warm, so sweet, that it completely undoes him.

before he can second-guess himself, he kisses you.

this time, he doesn’t hesitate. one arm wraps around your waist, pulling you against him, while the other stays tangled in your hair, holding you close. he kisses you like he’s been waiting forever, like he’s making up for all the times he wanted to but didn’t. and it’s soft, but sure—like a weight lifting off his chest, like everything has finally clicked into place.

when he pulls back, he’s grinning—completely, utterly lovesick. his face is warm, just like yours, and he feels so, so giddy at the sight of your wide, surprised eyes.

"cute," he murmurs, and before you can even think of responding, he starts pressing kisses all over your face. your cheek, your forehead, your nose, your temple—everywhere.

"jaehyun—" you try to protest, laughing as you push at his shoulders.

"nope." he kisses the corner of your lips next, grinning against your skin. "this is your life now."

park sungho.

sungho has been holding back for so long. he’s been waiting for the right moment, for the perfect excuse, but you’re just… effortlessly cute all the time, and he’s running out of patience. every laugh, every glance, every small touch has been chipping away at his resolve, and he knows it’s only a matter of time before he gives in.

then one day, while walking together, you playfully bump into him with a little smirk, teasing, “oops, my bad.”

and something in him just snaps.

"okay, that’s it."

before you can react, his fingers wrap around your wrist, tugging you closer in one swift motion. his lips crash against yours—quick, firm, like he’s been dying to do this for ages. there’s no hesitation, no second-guessing, just pure instinct. his free hand comes up to cup your jaw, thumb grazing your skin as he tilts his head, pressing deeper, more insistent.

it’s all so sudden that your breath catches in your throat. but then the shock melts away, replaced by warmth, by the way he’s holding you like you’re something precious, by the way his lips move against yours like he never wants to stop.

when he finally pulls back, it’s just enough to look at you, to take in your dazed expression, the slight part of your lips like you’re still processing what just happened. he smirks—smug, triumphant, like he already knows exactly what you’re thinking.

“yeah,” he murmurs, voice laced with amusement. his thumb traces slow circles against your skin. “should’ve done that sooner.”

and just when you think it’s over, he dips back in—slower this time, softer, like he’s savoring it. like he’s making up for lost time.

lee riwoo.

you and riwoo had been lying side by side, scrolling through tiktoks on your phone, the soft glow of the screen casting shadows over his face. every now and then, one of you would break into quiet laughter, making playful comments about whatever ridiculous video popped up next. it was comfortable, easy—just like always.

but then, in the middle of laughing at some cat video, you turned to say something to riwoo, only to realize how close the two of you were. his face was just inches away, his dark eyes meeting yours. you noticed it. he noticed it. but neither of you said a thing.

riwoo’s lips curled into a soft, knowing smile. he didn’t hesitate—just leaned in, soft and slow, like he’d been waiting for this moment without even realizing it. his lips brushed against yours, barely there at first, testing, before he pressed in just a little deeper. his hand found your jaw, thumb ghosting over your cheek as he kissed you, warm and unhurried, like he had all the time in the world.

when he pulled away, he didn’t move far. his gaze flickered over your face, taking in the warmth blooming on your cheeks, your slightly parted lips, the way your breath hitched like you were still processing what had just happened. something about the sight made his heart squeeze.

so he leaned in again.

this time, his hands settled on either side of you, caging you in as his lips met yours again—firmer, more certain. the kiss was still gentle, but there was something else there now, something deeper, like he was savoring the way you felt against him. when he finally pulled back, his breathing was slightly uneven, and so was yours. 

riwoo, still hovering over you, took your hand in his, bringing it up to his lips and brushing a featherlight kiss against your palm. his lips curved against your skin, a little shy, a little giddy. neither of you spoke, but when he settled back beside you, he draped an arm around your shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world.

the two of you went back to watching tiktoks, but there was no ignoring the way your lips tingled, the way riwoo’s fingers traced soft patterns against your arm.

and when the next video made you both laugh, you caught him biting back a smile—not because of the video, but because of you.

han taesan.

taesan was so obvious—from the way he kept sneaking glances at your lips to the way he pretended to stretch just to drape his arm around your shoulder. you’d asked him more than once if he was okay, but he just waved it off with a shrug, refusing to meet your eyes for too long.

he wasn’t sure why he suddenly felt so shy. he’d spent countless nights thinking about this, imagining how it would go—how he'd pull you close, how effortlessly smooth it would be—but now, sitting this close to you, all that confidence had disappeared.

meanwhile, you were completely unaware—just chatting away about your favorite artist’s new album, your childhood dog, anything that crossed your mind. and taesan, instead of listening, was too busy staring at your lips, heart racing at the thought of finally closing the distance.

his fingers tapped anxiously against his thigh. he swallowed. and then, before he could talk himself out of it, he leaned in—just close enough for you to catch your breath, for your words to falter.

his lips brushed against yours—soft, fleeting. barely there, but enough to send a shiver down your spine. you froze mid-sentence, your eyes widening slightly as he pulled back just enough to look at you, searching for any doubt, any hesitation.

when he found none, he moved in again. this time, he lingered. slow, deliberate. his lips pressed against yours more firmly, warm and sure, savoring the way you melted into him.

and then he did it again.

and again.

each time he pulled away, his grin grew wider, more playful, his breath mixing with yours in the small space between you. he was teasing now—pressing a quick peck to the corner of your lips, then another, barely holding back a chuckle when you huffed in frustration.

finally, he tilted his head in mock consideration before swooping in once more, capturing your lips in a deeper kiss—one that left no room for doubt. his hands found your waist, fingers pressing into your sides as he pulled you flush against him, stealing the breath right from your lungs.

when he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his chest rising and falling with quiet laughter. he let out a small hum, voice laced with amusement.

“just making sure,” he teased, eyes twinkling, “that first one wasn’t a fluke.”

kim leehan.

leehan had been staring at you with a dazed expression for far too long. you noticed it, and judging by the way his ears were turning pink, he knew you noticed it too.

you poked his cheek, amused. “what’s up?”

he blinked, startled. “n-nothing.”

liar.

you tilted your head, a small smile tugging at your lips. “you sure?”

leehan swallowed—visibly. his gaze darted away, his fingers twitching at his sides like he wanted to do something but was too nervous to act on it. and then, before he could talk himself out of it, he finally moved.

he leaned in—eyes fluttering shut, lips barely brushing against yours, soft and hesitant. his hands trembled slightly as they rested on your arms. the kiss was fleeting, nothing more than a whisper of contact before he pulled away too quickly.

but when he saw your expression—eyes wide, lips parted in surprise—something inside him melted.

the rush of warmth, of relief, pushed him forward before he could think twice. his hands cupped your face with gentle urgency, pulling you back in as he kissed you again. this time, it wasn’t so fleeting. it was still soft—leehan had never been anything but gentle with you—but there was something new in the way his lips lingered against yours, like he wanted to hold onto the feeling for just a little longer.

his thumbs traced over your skin, slow and reverent, like he was memorizing the shape of you. and when you responded—when you kissed him back just as softly, just as sure—he sighed against your lips, something tender uncoiling in his chest.

he pulled back only slightly, enough to search your face, his own breath uneven. his lips were curled into a small, bashful smile he couldn’t quite hide. his fingers brushed over your cheek, his gaze warm, a little dazed.

then, in a moment of unguarded fondness, he ducked his head and kissed the tip of your nose, a soft laugh escaping him when he felt you stiffen in surprise.

his own cheeks burned, but his voice was barely above a whisper. “i like that. a lot,” he murmured.

and then he was kissing you again, his hands slipping down to rest at your waist as he pulled you closer, his lips slotting against yours with a newfound confidence. he kissed you like he couldn’t quite get over the sweet taste of your lips, like he didn’t want to. each brush of his lips grew a little bolder, a little more desperate, as if he was trying to make up for lost time.

when he finally pulled back, his breath was shaky, his heart pounding against his ribs. and yet, even as he tried to catch his breath, his arms stayed locked around you, his forehead resting against yours.

he laughed, breathless, eyes shining. “i really, really like that.”

kim woonhak.

the day was just like any other, as normal as ever. you were hanging out with woonhak, having planned to do your homework together—though that plan had been abandoned a while ago. he had a ball in hand, lazily throwing it against the wall and catching it on the rebound for the past fifteen minutes, while you were lost in your own world, doodling absentmindedly in the back of your notebook.

but woonhak got bored quickly. you noticed the shift when he set the ball aside, his fingers drumming against his thigh, his lips pressed together like he was debating something in his head. his gaze flickered to you every few seconds, thoughtful, unreadable.

and then,just as you were about to ask what was on his mind, he just did it.

no hesitation, no warning—his hands found your face, warm and gentle, as he leaned in and kissed you.

it was soft but certain, like he'd made up his mind in an instant and didn’t want to give himself the chance to second-guess it. his lips molded against yours, slow and warm, lingering for just a beat longer than expected before he pulled away. his large hands cradled your jaw, thumbs tracing over your skin as his eyes flickered over your face, taking in your wide-eyed, dazed expression.

but instead of teasing you for it, he just smiled—small at first, then wider, his arms slipping around your waist, pulling you closer.

there was no shyness, no uncertainty—just quiet comfort, the kind that made it so easy for him to touch you, to want you. like he had never even considered being nervous around you in the first place.

and then—just when you thought it was over—he dipped back in, pressing a kiss to your cheek. then another on your temple. soft, affectionate, each one lingering a little longer than the last. you barely had time to recover before he tilted your chin up and stole another kiss from your lips, quick and playful, like he was testing the waters.

but when you didn’t pull away—when you leaned in just the slightest—he kissed you again. slower this time. deeper. his hands smoothed down your back, drawing you in until there was no space left between you, his lips moving against yours,like he wanted to memorize the way your lips felt against his. 

when he finally pulled back, his breathing was a little uneven, but the grin he wore was lazy, pleased.

his voice was impossibly fond as he murmured, “yeah,” pulling you in until you were against his chest, his chin resting atop your head. “definitely gonna need more of those.”

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tags @voikiraz , @coquettejunnie , @hanninova , @chaeneu , @aloe-7 , @en-dream , @rizzkisworld , @sgz-net , @kstrucknet , @k-films

[taesansbeloved]

So I’m new to tumblr and I just saw your “spam likes = blocked” and I was wondering what it means?

And not really knowing what it is, I’m nervous I might have done it and be getting blocked from other authors. The “thing” I have done, being when I find a good fic I go to the authors blog and master list (and OMG the authors here are so amazingly good) and then yeah before I know it have read every single fic they’ve published (and of course liked. Since they amazing!! Have not seen a single bad fic here). And yeah now I’m wondering if that from the author POV. Will look like “spam likes”.

I just genuinely can’t stop. Everything on those master lists (yours included) look so good and are so good. But will it send a wrong messenge, with these spam likes? I mean, is it spam likes? I really just read and really like the stories😬😬♥️♥️

Hello! So I'm actually really glad that you asked because not that many people realise that spam like are actually really harmful to the owner of an account or profile. So, when someone spam likes all the posts (or a large amount of posts) on a creators account, the app thinks it's a bot that's doing this so the creator gains more like/notes. When this happens, the account of the creator gets shut off, or banned, by said app. I hope you understood! Sorry if it's a bit wacky, explaining is not my forté. I also hope many people understand how difficult it is to bring back an account when it's been banned by spam likes, or spam notes.

Love, Nova ❣️

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୨୧ : ENHYPEN WHEN THEY LET YOU TIE A BOW AROUND THEM ╰——𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝖼, 𝗂 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 '𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗂 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗂𝗍

𝑜𝑓 · 𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖶𝓉𝖨𝖬𝖤 ⦂ bf!enhypen x f!r 17OOwc. ── est relationship, skinship, lots of kissing ｡｡ ⠀fluff, one shot ✦ 𝓒ATALOGUE ♡ ◞

 DANi : thank you @tzyunaes for the fic idea (> <)

𝗟𝗘𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗨𝗡𝗚 "what’s this for, baby?" heeseung grins, watching you carefully tie a bow around his wrist, his other hand resting lightly on your waist. “you’re so cute when you concentrate like this,” he teases, earning an amused roll of your eyes. “it’s a trend,” you explain, tugging the ribbon snug and admiring your work. he tilts his head, eyes softening as he studies your face. “so… do i get a kiss now? or is this just a no-kiss accessory?” he pouts dramatically, already leaning closer. you laugh, cupping his face. “you’re so annoying,” you mumble before pressing your lips to his. he hums against your mouth, his hand slipping up to cradle the back of your neck. “i think i need another one,” he murmurs when you pull away, “for, you know, emotional support.” you kiss him again, giggling as he grins like he’s won the lottery.

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗝𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗦𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗚 you’re really making me wear this, huh?" jay chuckles, holding his hand out obediently as you tie the pink bow around his wrist. "it’s cute," you insist, pouting slightly when he teases you. his lips twitch into a soft smile. "if it makes my princess happy, i’ll wear ten of these," he says. you finish tying the ribbon, looking up at him with that bright smile he loves and adores. “there,” you say proudly, and he immediately melts. “do i get a reward now?” he asks, pulling you closer by the waist. “like what?” you ask, playing coy, but he’s already leaning in. “a kiss, obviously.” his lips brush against yours, and when you pull back, his smile is smug. “looks good, right?” he gestures to the bow. “maybe i should wear one all the time if it gets me more kisses from you.”

𝗦𝗜𝗠 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗬𝗨𝗡 "baby, hold still!" you whine, struggling to tie the pink bow around jake’s bicep as he squirms, his lips pouted. "why do i need a bow, huh? am i your present?" he teases, flexing his arm playfully, and you roll your eyes, smacking his chest lightly. "yes, now stop moving or i’m returning you to the store," you grumble, biting back a laugh. he leans closer, his lips brushing your ear. "you wouldn’t dare, angel. i’m your favorite," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your jawline "jake!" you huff, finally securing the bow, and he grins, pulling you into his lap in one smooth motion. "does it suit me?" he asks, before peppering kisses along your neck. "you look ridiculous," you giggle, but he smirks, his lips ghosting over yours. "ridiculously handsome, right?" god, he’s impossible.

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗡 "you’re seriously tying a pink bow on my arm?" sunghoon asks, raising an eyebrow as he watches you struggle to keep his arm steady. "yes, now stop flexing, hoon!" you whine, tugging his arm back into place. he smirks, leaning back lazily. "feels like an excuse to touch me, babe," he teases. you glare at him, cheeks heating. "you’re so full of yourself, i swear," you grumble, but he only chuckles, his free hand sneaking around your waist to pull you closer. "can’t blame you, though. i am irresistible," he says, and you roll your eyes, finishing the bow with a frustrated huff. "there, done. now you look cute," you say, crossing your arms. sunghoon kisses your temple. "cute, huh? guess you do like having excuses to be near me," he murmurs.

𝗞𝗜𝗠 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗢𝗢 "sunoo," you giggle, holding up the pink satin ribbon, "let me tie this on you, pleaseee?" he grins, already extending his wrist, knowing exactly where this is going. "you and your trends," he teases. you carefully wrap the ribbon around his wrist, tying it into a perfect bow, and he watches you with the softest smile, eyes sparkling. "done!" you chirp, but before he can pull away, you’re already reaching for your lipstick. "what now?" he asks, amused but not stopping you. "just one more thing," you hum, pressing a soft kiss to the spot next to the bow, leaving a faint pink stain behind. "there, perfect." sunoo laughs, "perfect? that’s me when i’m with you, angel."

𝗬𝗔𝗡𝗚 𝗝𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗪𝗢𝗡 "hold still, won," you mumble, focused as you carefully tie the pink satin bow around his wrist. jungwon doesn’t say a word, his eyes fixed on you the entire time, like you’re the only thing in the world worth looking at. you glance up at him. "stop staring," you pout, tightening the bow. still, he doesn’t reply, just smiling faintly. when you finish, you pull back to admire your work. "there, all done!" you beam, but before you can say anything else, he leans in closer. "did you know you’re really pretty?" he whispers, ignoring the bow entirely. you barely manage to giggle a soft, "stop it," before he cups your face, pressing sweet kisses to your lips, your cheeks, and your forehead. "i mean it, baby," he murmurs, "so, so pretty."

𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗠𝗨𝗥𝗔 𝗥𝗜𝗞𝗜 "you’re so dramatic," you huff, trying to wrap the pink ribbon around riki’s bicep while he flexes just to make it harder for you. "stop that!" you whine, and he laughs. "can’t help it, angel, gotta show off for you," he grins, winking. you roll your eyes but can’t hide the smile tugging at your lips. "hold still, or i’m breaking up with you," you threaten, but he knows you won’t. "okay, okay," he relents, letting you tie the bow, though he’s still smirking. when you’re done, you lean back, admiring your work. "see? looks cute," you declare. "cute?" he repeats, raising an eyebrow. "baby, i make it look good." you swat his arm, laughing, but before you can retort, he leans in, cupping your face and pressing kisses to your lips. "you’re the cute one," he murmurs against your lips, "but keep going. i like being your accessory."

[taesansbeloved]

⠀ LOVE BETWEEN ⠀⟡​ ⠀HUSBAND!JAKE

ii 𓈒 ❛❛⠀엔하이픈, ─────⠀제이크ㅤ ⠀❜❜ 5OO fluff non-idol au & skinship crying ࿁ ⠀ fem!rea.

지아 ⠀⦂ ⠀i saw this in a vision 💌

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husband!jake who has always dreamt of finding his person at a young age, of marrying as soon as he could and spending the rest of his life with his lover.

husband!jake who never dates anyone because he knew he would date to marry.

husband!jake who knew exactly it was you, when his gaze landed on you.

husband!jake who asked you out on a spring day. who proposed to you on the same day two years later.

⠀ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ﹙ᵕ ᵕ⠀look under the cut ! ♡

husband!jake who did everything in his power to make the day he says ‘yes’ to you be on the same day a year later.

husband!jake who cried when he saw you walking down the aisle in your beautiful dress.

husband!jake who, with a shaky voice and tears streaming down his face, vowed to forever cherish and take care of you. to be yours forever, no matter what happens.

husband!jake who likes to run his left hand over his torso to feel his ring roll around his finger.

husband!jake who likes to, whenever you are together, to play with your wedding ring as you talk to him— or anyone.

husband!jake who reminds you that you weren’t the ‘marrying type either’ when you refuse to do something with him. such as having ketchup and mustard matching halloween costumes.

husband!jake who already called you his wife way before he proposed to you. now that it is real, he can’t stop talking about ‘my—beautiful, gorgeous, amazing—wife’.

husband!jake who never misses any anniversary because that day is the one that matters the most to him.

husband!jake who, when a bit tipsy, keeps asking you if the guy that is married to you knows how to fight.

husband!jake who puts his left hand up, showing of his wedding ring proudly whenever someone asks him how he is doing.

“i’ll be the happiest as long as i wear this ring,” husband!jake assures with a grin.

husband!jake who was already very clingy before and that got ten times worse since the wedding day.

husband!jake who uses the excuse ‘we are married!’ to justify his—and yours—constant display of affection.

husband!jake who needs your presence for everything. even if it’s just to do his own thing. and you need him everywhere with you as well.

husband!jake who is very good with kids. which makes your heart feel warm everytime you see how he acts with them.

husband!jake who loves lazy mornings and pillow talks until dawn.

husband!jake who keeps your picture in his wallet and set a selfie of yours as his wallpaper just to stare at it whenever he misses you.

husband!jake who, one day, decided to set pictures of your wedding all over your house's hallway. but, only pictures of the bride and only one with the groom.

husband!jake who looks at these pictures from time to time as if he was in a museum. with his chin between his index finger and thumb and all.

husband!jake who watches your wedding day’s videos on the television at one in the morning when he can’t sleep and misses you, as always when you are asleep.

husband!jake who works hard to give you the life you deserve and to spoil you as much as he can.

husband!jake who dreamed about having a wife like you his entire life and still can’t believe you are his.

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[taesansbeloved]

BOYNEXTDOOR COMEBACK NEXT MONTHHHHHH!!!!!!

[taesansbeloved]

YOU COMPLETE ME.... JUST LIKE THE LAST PUZZLE PIECE. (엔하이픈)

Synopsis: puzzle date with bf!enhypen. warnings 🚨 tooth rooting fluff, skinship, petnames, jungwon is an Idol in his. Not proofread 👍🏻

(Maknae line)

Nova notes: HIHI ❣️ before you say it..... yes I dissappear into thin air all if the sudden. And I also know its been more than two weeks since my last post BUT I have reasons..... school, that's my reason. Let's hope together that I'll be more active since I'm going on break now.

Sunoo (선우)

Sunoo was totally down for the idea as soon as he heard it. A puzzle date? With you? The light of his life? That's a dream! As soon as you said the words 'can you-' He was already nodding his head vigorously. "Which one should we do?" You pondered as you placed the different sets of puzzle infront of you both to choose from. Sunoo though for a while and came to a conclusion before you. "The butterflies for sure." He spoke in a matter-of-fact tone. "Why?" You asked, wanting to know the reason. "Cause it's pretty... like you, darling." He said with a cheeky, adorable smile on his face. You two got to work, but not before blasting Taylor Swift in the background. Many minutes, and taylor swift reputation era later, you finished your masterpiece. "Omg, it's gorgeous. I might start tearing up." Your boyfriend said with a dramatic hand on his chest.

Jungwon (정원)

The dim room and the light humming coming from your boyfriend, who was doing his skincare in the bathroom, was calming. Really calming. The calm that calls for a puzzle assembly. Before thinking further, you made your way to the bathroom with light steps. "Hey there, handsome." You called out, leaning against the doorframe just as Jungwon finished moisturising his face. "Hey, darling. What's up?" He said gently. You presence just makes the gentleness in him come out. "So... I know you've been pretty stressed with schedules lately, so I thought. Why not have a relaxing date of puzzle assembling?" You said with hopeful eyes and a slow smile. He smiled fondly at you and nodded his head slowly. He walked back to the room and waited for you to bring the puzzle (that he didn't know where it came from) from your closet. Sitting criss cross infront of eachother, 1000 puzzle pieces scattered between you two, and a hushed conversation going between you two, was all you and him needed in life. It was perfect.

Ni-ki (니키)

Ni-ki was resting in you shared bed when you came into the room with a smile that indicated you wanting something. "What's up, troublemaker?" He sat up slowly, watching you figure come closer. He smiled softly when you made a stop beside him. "So, I found a puzzle when I was out today.... and I bought it. And I don't know if you know this fact, but a puzzle needs two." You spoke with a serious tone making him almost laugh. "Does it now?" He asked with a playful tone, already sitting on the edge of the bed, bringing you closer by the waist to stand in between his legs. You nodded. "Okay, let's assemble the puzzle I guess." He said as you squealed in excitement. Assembling the puzzle was calming, Ni-ki's pokes to you sides were not. "Ni-ki, I swear to god, I will throw the puzzle pieces everywhere and make you search for them if you don't stop." That is the gist of what the evening looked like for you.

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YOU COMPLETE ME.... JUST LIKE THE LAST PUZZLE PIECE. (엔하이픈)

Synopsis: puzzle date with bf!enhypen. warnings 🚨 tooth rooting fluff, skinship, petnames, jungwon is an Idol in his. Not proofread 👍🏻

(Maknae line)

Nova notes: HIHI ❣️ before you say it..... yes I dissappear into thin air all if the sudden. And I also know its been more than two weeks since my last post BUT I have reasons..... school, that's my reason. Let's hope together that I'll be more active since I'm going on break now.

Sunoo (선우)

Sunoo was totally down for the idea as soon as he heard it. A puzzle date? With you? The light of his life? That's a dream! As soon as you said the words 'can you-' He was already nodding his head vigorously. "Which one should we do?" You pondered as you placed the different sets of puzzle infront of you both to choose from. Sunoo though for a while and came to a conclusion before you. "The butterflies for sure." He spoke in a matter-of-fact tone. "Why?" You asked, wanting to know the reason. "Cause it's pretty... like you, darling." He said with a cheeky, adorable smile on his face. You two got to work, but not before blasting Taylor Swift in the background. Many minutes, and taylor swift reputation era later, you finished your masterpiece. "Omg, it's gorgeous. I might start tearing up." Your boyfriend said with a dramatic hand on his chest.

Jungwon (정원)

The dim room and the light humming coming from your boyfriend, who was doing his skincare in the bathroom, was calming. Really calming. The calm that calls for a puzzle assembly. Before thinking further, you made your way to the bathroom with light steps. "Hey there, handsome." You called out, leaning against the doorframe just as Jungwon finished moisturising his face. "Hey, darling. What's up?" He said gently. You presence just makes the gentleness in him come out. "So... I know you've been pretty stressed with schedules lately, so I thought. Why not have a relaxing date of puzzle assembling?" You said with hopeful eyes and a slow smile. He smiled fondly at you and nodded his head slowly. He walked back to the room and waited for you to bring the puzzle (that he didn't know where it came from) from your closet. Sitting criss cross infront of eachother, 1000 puzzle pieces scattered between you two, and a hushed conversation going between you two, was all you and him needed in life. It was perfect.

Ni-ki (니키)

Ni-ki was resting in you shared bed when you came into the room with a smile that indicated you wanting something. "What's up, troublemaker?" He sat up slowly, watching you figure come closer. He smiled softly when you made a stop beside him. "So, I found a puzzle when I was out today.... and I bought it. And I don't know if you know this fact, but a puzzle needs two." You spoke with a serious tone making him almost laugh. "Does it now?" He asked with a playful tone, already sitting on the edge of the bed, bringing you closer by the waist to stand in between his legs. You nodded. "Okay, let's assemble the puzzle I guess." He said as you squealed in excitement. Assembling the puzzle was calming, Ni-ki's pokes to you sides were not. "Ni-ki, I swear to god, I will throw the puzzle pieces everywhere and make you search for them if you don't stop." That is the gist of what the evening looked like for you.

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That was so cute! I NEED A TAESAN!!!!!

Skincare and lotion - Han Taesan

.pairing : han taesan x reader

.genre : fluff, established relationship, reader taking care of tired taesan, tiny tiny bit of angst if you squint (mention of taesan shutting off when overwhelmed) but really its full fluff

.warnings : none

.wc : 712

From your bedroom you heard the front door open then close, the jingling sound of keys was soon replaced by pure silence.

You checked your phone ; you had received no text saying he was on his way nor did you hear the familiar, cheerful sound of his voice telling you that he was home. And just from that you knew it was one of those days.

So instead of getting up and greeting him at the door like you usually did, you stayed sat on your bed, giving him the space he needed.

You’ve known Taesan long enough to know how he handled these stressful days and the answer was simple : he didn’t.

He just shuts off from the world, including you, and try to deal with his problems alone. Even though you told him many times that you were there and that he could rely on you, he simply declined your offer, insisting that he could figure things out on his own.

You respected his choice and gave him space, only interfering when you deemed it necessary or when he’s been isolated for too long. And he was very grateful for that. As bad as he felt for putting you through this you always reassured him, telling him that it was not a daily occurrence and that you could put up with it.

The door to your bedroom creaked open and Taesan walked in, dropping his bag to the floor and simply sitting next to you on the bed.

You briefly took a look at him, analyzing the situation and taking note of his tired eyes and slow movements.

It was silent, only the typing of your keyboard resonated through the room. The boy next to you closed his eyes, basking in the warmth radiating from your arm against his and enjoying the well awaited silence after a long day.

A couple of minutes, maybe ten, passed in the comfortable silence that took place. With one last click you closed your laptop and set it aside, now getting up and walking over to your shared bathroom.

You came back to the room with a few bottles in hand and sat next to your tired boyfriend, who still had his eyes shut.

Grabbing the makeup remover, you poured a reasonable amount of it on a cotton pad before carefully swiping it across his face. Your hand reached for his hair, putting his bangs aside to get better access to his forehead.

The boy physically relaxed as you removed the leftover makeup on his skin.

« Wanna talk about it ? » you broke the silence, your voice soft and careful.

His eyes slowly opened, blinking a few times before finally locking with yours for the first time tonight. He just stared at you, giving you no answer but you didn’t push it, instead you sent him a soft, understanding smile as you grabbed the lotion, twisting the bottle cap and pouring some delicately on his face. As you gently patted his face Taesan observed your face, analyzing your features —which made you a little self conscious but you tried to remain calm— before blinking slowly at you, as if speaking through his eyes and searching for yours.

« Hm? » you asked, putting the bottle cap back on and putting the lotion aside

« Thank you » he spoke, his first words since he got home

« Of course, Taesan » you smiled

He simply looked at you, eyes filled with so much love and admiration, like you hung all the stars in the sky.

« I mean it » his voice was barely above a whisper but you were able to catch it

« I know you do » you placed a small kiss on the top of his nose which caused a smile to form on his once pouty lips.

You went back to the bathroom and quickly discarded all the skincare items before joining Taesan in bed, who was waiting for you with open arms.

Sliding in his embrace you made yourself comfortable as he readjusted the covers around your bodies.

Placing a loving kiss on the top of your head, Taesan then whispers a small “good night” before letting his tired eyes close, falling into dreamland.

[taesansbeloved]

i want taesan so bad

[taesansbeloved]

‎ ‎ ୨୧ ‎ ‎ ‎ HEATHER ──── ( HAN TAESAN )

‎( taesan gives you his sweater > < ) ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ fluff , down bad taesan ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 0.7K words ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ note ... 🗯 something quick to get me out of my slump! if you got a sweater today you are my biggest enemy. bye ^^

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it was one of those chilly december evenings where the air nipped at your skin despite the layers you had bundled up in. the streets were lined with festive lights, and the air buzzed with the promise of the holidays. you had joined your friends for a spontaneous hot chocolate run, and while everyone seemed perfectly comfortable, you couldn’t stop shivering. despite the lively chatter and occasional bursts of laughter from your friends, you couldn’t ignore the biting cold that seemed to find every gap in your clothing.

taesan, ever observant when it came to you, noticed right away. he had been sneaking glances at you all night, his heart doing little flips every time you laughed or brushed a strand of hair out of your face. you were trying to be subtle about it, but he saw the way you rubbed your arms and how your fingers trembled slightly around your cup. when your teeth started to chatter, he tugged off his oversized sweater without a word, the fabric catching slightly as he pulled it over his head. the gesture was so casual that, for a moment, you didn’t even notice he was holding it out for you.

“here,” he said. his tone was casual, but the look in his eyes betrayed a quiet urgency.

you blinked, taken aback. “taesan, i can’t—”

“yes, you can,” he cut in, his voice gentle but firm. “you’re freezing.”

you hesitated for a moment before taking it, the warmth of the fabric and his scent enveloping you as you pulled it over your head. it was far too big, the sleeves nearly covering your hands, but it was undeniably cozy.

“thanks,” you muttered, your cheeks tinged with more than just the cold.

his lips quirked into a shy smile as he looked away, pretending to be focused on his cup of hot chocolate.

taesan had always been nervous around you—too nervous to speak to you or sit beside you. his friends often pushed him to talk to you, but he never seemed to gather the courage. the biggest move he’d made so far was wrapping his arm around your shoulder for a picture during a group hangout. it had taken hours for him to finally do it, and even then, his touch was light, as if he was afraid of crossing some invisible line. you knew about his little crush; jaehyun had mentioned it a thousand times, always teasing him about how smitten he was with you. at first, it was funny, the way taesan tried to hide his feelings and shift his focus whenever you were around, but over time, it became endearing.

for the rest of the night, he stayed close to you, his usual quiet demeanor making it seem like he was just keeping pace. but you noticed how he slowed his steps whenever you lingered behind or how he shifted his body to shield you from the chilling wind without making a big deal out of it.

your hands brushed as you walked side-by-side. you turned your head to look at him. his cheeks were pink, and his hair was tousled from having taken off his sweater in a rush. when he caught you staring, red crept up his neck as his lips curved into a bashful smile.

“what?” he asked, a stupid, wide grin dancing on his lips. you shook your head and turned your attention back to woonhak, who was laughing out loud at the sight of a little kid slipping on the snow and falling on his butt.

by the time your friends decided to call it a night, you were still in taesan’s sweater. as you said your goodbyes, you hesitated, starting to lift it over your head to give it back.

“keep it,” taesan said quickly, his hand brushing yours to stop you. “it looks better on you, anyway,” he wanted to say but decided against it. in return, you just smiled at taesan and murmured a small thank you before leaving to get home.

as the group dispersed, you caught him looking at you one last time, his smile lingering in the glow of the streetlights. taesan didn’t care that his friends had noticed or that they might tease him later—tonight, you were wearing his sweater, and that was all that mattered.

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⌇ THE BOY 𝓲S MiNE : AGENT ENHYPEN ──𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒'𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗌𝗉𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗇𝖾𝗋

( ✶ 𝓢) ⦂ 엔하이픈 + f ! r . 1OOOwc. ──kissing, skinship, petnames && agent au ⠀ ｡｡ ⠀fluff, slightly suggestive 𖥔 ARCHiVE⠀ ૮ ♡◞ ◟ ა

danielle msgs： agent enhypen is my life (> <)

𝗟𝗘𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗨𝗡𝗚 he leans against the wall, his dark suit slightly wrinkled from the mission, a cocky smirk playing on his lips as he watches you patch up a scratch on your arm. "careful, princess, wouldn’t want to ruin that pretty face of yours," he teases. you glare at him, your fingers fumbling with the bandage as his presence looms closer. “you could help instead of just standing there,” you snap, and he chuckles, stepping into your space, his hands brushing yours as he takes over. “relax, doll, i got you,” he murmurs, his touch lingering a little too long. your breath hitches as his fingers trace your wrist, and he tilts his head. “you okay? you’re staring,” he smirks, and you scoff, pushing him away, your pulse racing. “shut up, heeseung.”

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗝𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗦𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗚 he leans against the sleek black car, his tie loosened and hair slightly disheveled from the mission. "you gonna keep me waiting, sweetheart?" he drawls, a teasing tone in his voice as you walk up, rolling your eyes. "not everyone can look like they just stepped out of a magazine after getting shot at," you quip, but your words falter as he steps closer, brushing an imaginary speck off your shoulder. "relax, i’m just making sure my partner’s looking sharp," he murmurs, his fingers lingering as they smooth down your sleeve. the proximity sends a flush creeping up your neck, and he notices, smirking. "you’re cute when you’re flustered," he says, low and soft, his hand brushing your waist as he leans in, a little too close. "jay," you warn. he pulls back with a chuckle, holding up his hands. "easy, angel, i’m just messing with you."

𝗦𝗜𝗠 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗬𝗨𝗡 your eyes narrow as jake leans casually against the bar, his signature smile in full effect as he charms yet another woman at the gala. you’re supposed to be blending in as a couple, but instead, he’s working his way through every pretty face in the room. “you know,” he murmurs, sliding up beside you moments later, his cologne lingering as he leans down, “you could at least pretend you’re jealous. makes us more believable.” his voice is low, teasing, as his hand brushes your waist like it belongs there. you roll your eyes. “jake,” you hiss, gripping his arm and pulling him closer, “shut up and let’s go back to the mission.” his grin doesn’t falter. “anything for you, sweetheart.” his laugh is soft as he lets you tug him away, clearly enjoying himself.

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗡 you barely have time to react before sunghoon grabs your wrist and yanks you into a dark corner, his hand firm around your waist as he presses you against the wall. "what the hell, sunghoon—" you start, but he quickly clamps a hand over your mouth, leaning in close. "shh," he whispers, his breath brushing your cheek, "unless you want us both caught." your glare could burn a hole through him, and he smirks, removing his hand but keeping you pinned. "you could’ve just warned me," you hiss, your voice barely above a whisper. "where’s the fun in that?" he teases, his eyes dropping to your lips. "you’re impossible-" you mutter, about to push him away, but before you can, his lips crash onto yours, silencing you. it’s quick, enough to leave you stunned, and when he pulls back, he smirks. "worked, didn’t it?"

𝗞𝗜𝗠 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗢𝗢 sunoo’s hand rests lightly on your waist as he leans closer, his soft lips brushing your ear like a whisper. “darling, they’re watching,” he murmurs. your heart skips as he cups your cheek, his thumb grazing your jawline. “relax, love, you look too tense for someone so used to this game.” his voice is honeyed, his gaze holding a teasing glint that makes it hard to focus on the crowd scanning the "power couple." when his lips graze your temple, you shiver. “sunoo,” you warn, barely above a breath, but he only chuckles. “what? just making sure they believe us,” he whispers, his grin widening. it’s impossible to tell if the blush creeping up your neck is part of his plan—or his charm.

𝗬𝗔𝗡𝗚 𝗝𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗪𝗢𝗡 "you could’ve told me your shoes were killing you, sweetheart," jungwon murmurs, crouched at your feet as the orchestra’s music swirls around the grand ballroom. you feel the heat rush to your cheeks when his fingers brush your ankle, undoing the straps of your stiletto. “i was trying to blend in,” you mumble, biting back a wince as he pulls off the heel. jungwon chuckles, standing to his full height and offering you his hand, his dark suit perfectly tailored and somehow making him even more annoyingly attractive. “blend in? with the way everyone’s been staring at you? not a chance.” before you can retort, he sweeps you off your feet, cradling you against his chest. “won—!” you squeak, but his grin is downright smug. “relax, princess. i’ve got you.” and as the two of you glide past stunned onlookers, he whispers, “forget the mission anyways."

𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗠𝗨𝗥𝗔 𝗥𝗜𝗞𝗜 "you're unbelievable," you mutter, fingers flying over the keyboard as you hack into the system, riki lounging behind you like he’s got all the time in the world. “move faster, sweetheart,” he drawls, the nickname dripping with teasing. you whirl around to glare at him, miscalculating your movement, and suddenly you’re tumbling—right onto his chest. his arms wrap around you instinctively, holding you steady as his grin widens. “if you wanted to be on top of me, angel, you could’ve just said so,” he quips, voice low. “shut up, nishimura,” you snap, but your cheeks are flaming as his hands linger at your waist. “admit it, you love being this close to me,” he whispers, and despite your best glare, the way your heart races gives you away.

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YOU ARE THE PERSON THAT COMPLETES ME.. JUST LIKE THE LAST PUZZLE PIECE. (엔하이픈)

synopsis: 1000 piece puzzle date with bf!enhypen. Warnings 🚨 fluff, skinship, petnames. Not proofread 👍🏻

(Hyung line)

Nova notes: HIHI ❣️ ..... I know I've been gone for a while BUT I HAVE MADE MY COMEBACK. This was based on this request! Thank you so much for requesting this anon! Maknae line coming soon! Also I've had some people tell me about some spelling mistakes in my korean so thank you so much for telling me because I truely had no idea. Enjoy my loves.

Heeseung (희승)

You have somehow convinced heeseung into solving a 1000 piece Venice landscape puzzle. He wasn't really opposed to the idea, he just had a shitton of work, but you worked up your girlfriend powers and got him put of his godforsaken work chair. "Okay, how do we do this?" He asked sitting opposite to you on your carpeted bedroom floor. "First things first, search for the corners then work our way inwards." You replied feeling giddy. You and heeseung got to work, searching for the corner puzzle pieces, losing some puzzle pieces, and heeseung throwing his usual flirtatious comments. "Baby, where is this piece~" heeseung sang out looking all over for one of the last pieces of the puzzle. "Well, crap. I don't have it." You said throwing your hands in the air. "This calls for a break." He said, pulling you by the hand and resting you on his lap. After a few moments of comfortable silent, you said "we're never gonna find that puzzle piece, are we?" Your breath hitting heesueng's ear shell as his face was buried in between your neck and collarbone. "Nope." He replied, popping the 'p'.

Jay (정성)

It was a random Tuesday night and you were bored out of your mind. Then, you heard the faint strumming of a guitar coming from Jay's office room. Making your way to his office, you spotted an abandoned puzzle set in the junk shelf. Now you were on your way with Jay's office with a mission. "Knock knock." You announced your presence as the strumming stopped. "Come in, my love." You heard Jay say from the other side. "Hello." You greeted, a soft smile on your face as you make your way to where he was sitting. "Hi, dear." He said as he put his guitar aside, gripping you closer by your waist, pulling you I'm between his legs. "So.... wanna build a puzzle with me?" You asked, resting your hands on his broad shoulders. "I would absolutely love to build a puzzle with you." He replied with a tender smile and starry eyes. You both spent the rest of your evening building the puzzle talking about everything and nothing.

Jake (재윤)

Let's be real, jake is the one who proposed this idea to you. And how could you say no when he's giving you these adorable puppy eyes. "Okay, baby, you work on the middle part and I work on the corners." Jake explained and he dumped the puzzle in between you two on the ground. "Why are you giving me the hard part?" You asked with a frown. "Baby, no. It's the important part." He winked at you as he gave you no room for more arguments. "And then she said- no!" Jake's story about the girl that was hitting on him at the bar was cut off by his dog, layla, running over your puzzle, ruining all of your hard work. "Layla! Come on!" You exclaimed as layla continued running around for her toy. You and jake stared at you decapitated puzzle, now strewn all over the living room floor. "Well, damn." Jake said as his eyes lit up all of the sudden. " Let's build a pillow fort!"

Sunghoon (성훈)

Sunghoon was sitting on the couch, scrolling on his phone mindlessly when all of the sudden he felt warm air on the shell of his ear. He turned his head to the side and saw you watching whatever was playing on his phone. "Hi, there." He whispered as you looked at him with a playfully glint in your eyes. "Hi, love." You said with a tone he recognised oh so well. It's the tone you use whenever you need something from him. "What do you need, dear?' He asked with a soft voice. "Soo.." You stretched out while walking around the couch to sit beside him. "I spotted a poor abandoned puzzle sitting in our room and it was just calling our name." You exaggerated making him let out a small chuckle. "Bring it over." He said as you let out a squeal in excitement as you ran over to grab the puzzle. The rest of evening was filled with laughter and puzzle building. Until, "babe, where's the last piece?" You asked as Sunghoon was discreetly looking for said last piece for the last 5 minutes. "I hate to break it to you, but I can't find it." He replied as you stared at him with a wide open mouth.

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1000 pieces puzzle date with enha

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