#hae.req

[adorablele]

Hello! Could I request a Hendery fic where he giggles into a kiss? I don't have any ideas beyond that but I saw someone said he would be the type to do that and it put me in biiiggg soft hours

♚ a/n; was gonna post a 2k+ fic for this until I realized it had nothing to do with the request. please enjoy <3 (wc; 852)

[giggles&kisses] “your hand is still holding mine.”

“oh.” was all he said, quickly letting go. you tried not to pay attention to how cold your hand felt without his.

the two of you stood in silence. light illuminated from the gap between the door and the floor. hendery awkwardly scratched his head. you turned your attention to your lap. the bass of the music was muffled against the door, along with the rest of the people chatting away as the timer ticked down from seven.

“so, I guess we’re supposed to kiss,” he stated.

“but we don’t have to, if you don’t want to!” he quickly added, “we could always just sit here until the time is up.”

you chuckled at his reassurance, “I know what I signed up for when I sat in the circle.”

“right,” he softly smiled, “want to get started?”

you cleared your throat, “uhm, sure.”

the two of you hesitantly shuffled closer to each other. blinded by the darkness, you didn’t realize how close he was until you bumped into him.

“sorry,” you both laughed.

his thumb rubbed your forehead, “wow, first I hit you with a basketball and now I head bump you. I’m so sorry.”

“you could always kiss it better,” you teased.

any words you planned to speak out got tangled on your tongue when hendery took your offer seriously, lips gently brushing against your forehead. his lips lingered there before he quickly backed away, muttering apologies. it took you a moment to get over the thumping of your heart. when you did, you cupped his face, “hey, it’s okay. thanks to you, it doesn’t hurt as much anymore.”

he leaned into your touch, hand moving over yours. more seconds were wasted as the two of you stood there, basking in each other’s presence, the awkward tense in the air slowly morphing into comfort.

your thumb started to rub against his cheek, “ready?”

“yeah,” he whispered.

slowly, you started to lean in closer, pausing slightly when your lips were mere centimeters away from his. why were you feeling so nervous? before you could form an answer for your question, hendery let out a squeak.

his laugh completely caught you off guard. you bit your lip from laughing back when you remembered how endearing the sound was.

it sounded the same as the squeak that bounced off the walls of the gym when he ran over to you after accidentally hitting you in the face with a basketball. it sounded the same as the squeak of a towel scrubbing against the window of your car when you coincidentally saw him during his shift at the car wash near your house. it sounded the same as the squeak of the classroom door when he ran out, dropping his mop, after seeing a frog hopping across the floor which left you to deal with cleaning duties alone.

“I ruined the moment, huh,” he sighed, “I’m sorry, I’ve never kissed anyone before.”

you smiled at his confession. “you’re fine. you know, if you don’t want to do this, we can always  just sit here until the time is up,” you reassured, using the same words as he did earlier.

he brushed his nose against yours, “no, I want to do this.”

“okay,” you mumbled, “just close your eyes.”

hendery listened to your instruction, heart racing in anticipation as he waited with his lips slightly puckered. he felt the push of your breath as you softly counted down from five, to four, to three, to two...you didn’t say one, opting to press your lips against his. your movements were slow, giving him time to respond.

and he did, hesitantly kissing back, keeping the same slow pace as yours. his free hand trailed down to your waist, holding you close. he felt the giggle lodge in his throat when you leaned closer to him, pure giddy bubbling in his stomach. it escaped his mouth when your free hand trailed to the nape of his neck, the tiny gesture pushing the corners of his lips upwards.

you found yourself matching his smile.

yes, his laugh was lovely to listen to, but oh how pure serenity fell upon your shoulder when you heard the adorable beat of his giggle. perhaps the fact that he brushed his lips against yours as he did so helped speed the rate of your heart and further push the thought that his giggle would forever be your favorite melody.

“why’re you giggling?” you chuckled, resting your forehead against his.

he pecked your lips with a wide grin, “I’m just happy.”

the pure glee in his voice caused your stomach to flip. did he truly find that much joy in kissing you? no. he was surely ecstatic because it was his first kiss, right?

“I’m glad that you enjoyed your first kiss.”

he hummed, “I don’t think that’s why I’m happy.”

you raised a brow, “really?”

“well,” he thought, “maybe a little bit, but it’s not the main reason.”

“then what is?”

he let out another soft giggle, slowly pressing his lips back onto yours. “it’s you.”

[adorablele]

maybe send in a prompt and a dream member?

I actually work in a coffee shop and I came up with some prompts based on my experiences at work (or what I would wish would happen to me at work) //jazz hands//

I make killer latte art, except on your drink because you’re kind of gorgeous and you’re watching me make it and oh god my hand always shakes and makes it look awful. I am good at this usually I swear!

I just dropped a tray of coffee cups on the floor and you were the only customer in the queue to help me pick them up, but then you cut yourself helping me and hey thank you so much I feel so bad I’m taking you into the back to bandage that up no questions asked! (Bonus: I forgot I faint at the sight of blood)

I’m trying to close down the coffee shop so I can go home, and you just keep sitting there totally not getting all my really unsubtle hints to  l e a v e  p l e a s e. (Turns out you totally get the hint, you’re just trying to see how long you can stay before I kick you out why would you do this asdklfhdjask)

You asked if we did Rice Milk Lattes once and I went out to get some to make you one. Now you have one every day but we don’t actually even stock Rice Milk, I buy it myself with my own money. I have so much regret

It’s a really really slow day and you’re my only customer. You’re trying to do work on your laptop but I am really. bored. so I keep on chatting to you about junk and using my best pick up lines on you and you’re trying really hard not to be amused (but I can see you smiling!)

The coffee shop is actually closed but I can see you struggling with a map out there in the rain. Come into the warm, here have a hot drink, I can’t believe your phone is out of battery and you’re alone in this town you’ve never been to. There’s a spare uniform in the back, change out of those wet clothes (I’m trying hard not to think of you getting changed back there and hoping you didn’t hear my voice crack when I said yes when you asked if it’s ok if I towel dry your hair).

Our baker is off sick and I decided I’d fill in for them because how hard can it be? but I’ve burned nearly everything I’ve got out of the oven and you can’t stand it so you’ve grabbed a spare apron hanging behind the counter, rolled up your sleeves and started making cakes for me. I have got to repay you some way. How about if I buy you dinner?

[adorablele]

we’re just friends; l.dh

hello!!! can i request an imagine with haechan kinda like they were best friends in the past and then after a long time they meet each other again and he finds you really pretty? love all your writings!!!!! 💗💘💞💕 

↬ pairing; lee donghyuck x female!reader

↬  genre; fluff,, angst 

↬ word count; 3.5k+ (my longest fic yet pls don’t flop)

↬ summary; he put the wrong label on your friendship, just like how the grocery store labeled the aisle incorrectly.

↬ a/n; I thought the photo of hyuck was very nice which was why I used it as a header, but if anyone would like to make a header for this fic, I’ll give you virtual hugs <3 also, this is the FIRST TIME I’m writing an angsty ending so feedback is appreciated :)))) 

“excuse me.” someone tapped him on the shoulder.

seven year old donghyuck turned around, quizzically looking at you, “what?”

you made a face at his response. “you need to go to the back of the line,” your tone matched his.

“why?” he immediately asked, eyes boring into yours.

you stared back. “‘cause I was here first.”

“who says?” 

“I say!” you retorted, crossing your arms.

he snorted, “I was clearly here first, that’s why you’re standing behind me.”

you glared at the boy, “what are you a pig?”

he opened his mouth, but you cut him off, “and, the first person stands on the line. you’re in front of it, so I’m first.”

the clearing of a throat interrupted your argument. the two of you looked at the class know-it-all. 

“you guys are both wrong, I’m first.”

“who says?” both you and donghyuck asked.

having caused such a ruckus, the teacher booted the two of you to the back of the line. with a glare aimed at the smug little girl, the both of you followed the teacher’s instruction. 

on his way back, donghyuck spotted his friends, giving them a smile. they high-fived and allowed him to stand in front of them in line. you frowned at him, reminding him that ‘you can’t cut,’ before dutifully continuing your lonesome journey to the back of the line. donghyuck chuckled at your sulkily hung head and told his friends to save two spots at the lunch table. 

“she’s so annoying,” you mumbled, kicking the nonexistent pebbles on the floor, “she thinks she knows everything.”

“I know right,” the boy agreed, eyebrows raising when you jumped.

upon realizing it was him, your gaze went back down to the floor, “I thought you were up there with your friends.”

“the teacher told me to get to the back of the line,” he lied.

you looked at him for a moment. he simply looked back. you pursed your lips, crossing your arms and turning your head, chin up and away from him, “serves you right!” you then proceeded to march away, following the moving line. 

not hearing his footsteps, you peeked behind you. you sighed and fully turned around, placing a hand on your hip.

“are you coming?”

“it’s supposed to be there, not their,” he mumbled to you, reading over your shoulder.

“I’ll fix it when I revise and edit,” you dismissed, continuing to write your draft.

“there’s not supposed to be a comma after you,” he pointed out.

“again, I’ll just fix it when I’m editing,” you told him, thoughts halting because of the boy.

“you know-”

“oh my god, hyuck! just give me these comments when we peer review on thursday!” you exclaimed, glaring at the smirking 10 year old.

“don’t use the lord’s name in vain,” he tsked.

“how cute,” the waitress cooed, setting down the drinks on the table, “are you guys studying together?”

“I wouldn’t say that,” you muttered, annoyance laced in your voice.

the waitress arched a brow, leaning closer to donghyuck. “you like her, don’t you?” she loudly whispered.

he looked at her like she was crazy, not noticing the way your hand froze once the question was asked. “we’re just friends.”

with a slow nod, the waitress looked over at you. she chuckled when you quickly looked down at your paper. “whatever you say,” she shrugged, leaving to go serve other customers in the busy diner.

“what if we drift apart?” you sighed, sipping your juice box as he ate his sandwich on the picnic blanket.

we laughed, ‘we von’t brif abarph.”

you frowned at the boy, “chew your food.”

after a minute of silence, he spoke again. “we won’t drift apart.”

you didn’t say anything. he peered over at you, the loud slurping of the juice box catching his attention.

“I think it’s empty,” he commented, taking another bite of his sandwich. 

you pushed his shoulder, “hyuck, be serious! some friend drift away in middle school.”

he rubbed his shoulder, the crushed juice box gripped tightly in your hand. he sighed and leaned back. “life can’t tear us apart,” he looked up at the sky, “and even if they try, I won’t let you go so easily.”

he grinned at you, the muscles moving automatically upon seeing your sparkly gaze on him, “I mean, who else am I supposed to copy answers from?”

you rolled your eyes, “what are friends for, I guess.”

“you are not going to leave me to ride the bus alone on the first day of school!” 

donghyuck chuckled at the threat you told him the night before, the words somehow motivating him to get out of bed despite how much his blankets begged him to come back. when he arrived at the bus stop, you were pacing back and forth, eyes frantically looking around.

“the bus doesn’t arrive for another-” 

“where have you been?” you cried, hugging him, “I thought I was going to be alone!”

“well, I’m here,” he laughed, patting you on the back reassuringly, “still sleepy, but here nonetheless.”

he listened as you rambled away, nerves floating through your words as the two of you waited for the bus to arrive. you were silent when the bus parked in front of the two of you. he gestured for you to walk in first, and you did, planting down in the window seat. donghyuck yawned, slumping into the seat next to you. he didn’t waste any time, plopping his backpack on the floor next to yours as he leaned his head against your shoulder. 

he quietly counted to himself, hoping that he’ll help him fall back asleep. when he got to thirty, he felt your fingers brush through his hair. it caught him off guard, but eventually, he relaxed, continuing to count to sixty before he left to dreamland.

somewhere along the way, he stopped counting. he didn’t need to count, simply waiting until you played with his hair for him to feel relaxed enough to sleep. 

“hey, are you two dating?” a brown haired boy asked one morning. donghyuck recognized him, the guy sat two seats behind the bus driver. he believed his name had min in it or something.

however, donghyuck didn’t think much about the boy’s name, choosing to laugh at his question instead. you joined in not a second later. donghyuck stared at the boy like he was the funniest person in the world. 

“we’re just friends.”

the guy’s eyes flickered between the two of you suspiciously before he shrugged, “right okay.”

“hey jeno,” he called out waving over to his friend who was actively ignoring him, “jeno, come here! they’re not dating!”

jeno glared at his friend, quickly walking over to him, “why does that matter?” 

“because you-” jeno interrupted his friend, sending an apologetic glance at you and donghyuck, “sorry about jaemin, he’s stupid sometimes.”

you waved him off and gave a nod towards donghyuck. “it’s okay, stupid is his middle name.”

donghyuck gave you a side-eye, “I’m not the one who used soap as toothpaste this morning.”

“they’re both green!” you defended.

jeno and jaemin were easily forgotten, left to watch the two of you bicker away. 

jaemin snickered in jeno’s ear, “we’re just friends, they say.”

“I know you have it!” renjun yelled, keeping jaemin in a headlock.

“renjun, let jaemin go,” you sighed, setting down your lunch on the table.

“so abusive,” jaemin weeped, clinging onto you once he was out of renjun’s deadly arms.

“we don’t know if he was the one who took your moomin plushie, so calm down,” you told him. however, your words went to waste when jaemin stuck his tongue out at renjun, triggering the boy to lunge at him. you looked over at jeno, hoping he’d stop the fight, but jeno remained unbothered, finishing whatever he was writing. 

donghyuck silently sat there, the moonmin plushie hidden in his backpack. he went by unnoticed, his plan succeeding. a subtle, sly smirk rested on his lips, one that no one noticed. no one, but you. 

“hyuck,” you called out.

“yeah,” he smiled, feigning an innocent look.

“where’d you hide it?”

“hide what?” he asked, tilting his head.

you gave him a pointed look to which he responded with a shrug, “why are you- hey!”

renjun grabbed donghyuck’s backpack, digging through it like there’s no tomorrow. he lifted the plushie out of the bag, lips lined straight.

“aight, imma head out,” donghyuck coughed, bolting out of the lunch room.

“you’re so dead!” renjun screamed chasing after his friend.

donghyuck slumped against the wall, trying to catch his breath. he was almost successful in framing jaemin for his mischievous act, keyword being almost. he shook his head, your careful eyes popping into his mind.

of course you figured it out, you always did.

“well, we have a month,” jaemin smiled.

“yeah, why don’t we start planning?” jeno suggested.

renjun pulled out his notebook, labeling the page as ‘donghyuck’s a coward - things to do so he’ll pee himself’. And while the three of them were busy brainstorming activities for the group to do before he left, donghyuck couldn’t help but focus on you. 

you were silent, mouth sewn shut ever since he dropped the news. you wouldn’t look at him, and after a few minutes of picking at your food, you excused yourself. he trailed after you, spotting you in a squatted position in the field.

“life can’t tear us apart, huh?” you laughed, plucking the dandelion from the ground. 

he squatted down next to you, staring at the dandelion twirling in your hand. 

“that’s still true.”

“you’re moving, hyuck.” your voice was soft, almost blending in with the whistles of the wind. you crushed the dandelion pedals, the tears starting to prick in your eyes.

he lifted your chin to look up at him. he wiped away the tears, cupping your face. 

“hey, hey, you’re going to be fine! you’ve got jeno, jaemin and renjun by your side,” he reassured.

donghyuck pulled you into a hug, the pedals in your hand drifting away in the slight breeze. he watched them slowly land a few feet away from the picnic blanket. his grip tightened, your tears streaming down your face.

“I won’t let you go so easily,” he promised. 

donghyuck wished he stuck to those words, but here he was, five years later, with zero attempts to contact you. he touched the chain around his neck, fingers trailing down to the jewel with your birthday engraved in it. 

(“you never remember my birthday,” you pouted, “so here’s your reminder!”)

subconsciously, he started to rub it, the fleeting thought that this could magically summon you passed through his mind. he shook his head, ignoring all the unpacked boxes surrounding him and deciding that it was a nice day to go walking.

following the familiar tune, donghyuck walked until he spotted the ice cream truck nearby. just as he was about to stand behind the line, a person cut in front of him. he blinked, shocked that someone, presumably an adult, would cut in front of him for some ice cream. what shocked him more was this unsettling feeling that this girl looked like you. 

“excuse me,” he said, tapping the person on the shoulder.

donghyuck couldn’t believe his eyes, even when he recognized that scar on your eyebrow from when he dared you to jump off the swing, teasing you that you didn’t have the guts.

(“you’re bleeding!” he cried, tears effortlessly falling down his face as you cried along with him.)

if he wasn’t so close, he wouldn’t have been able to see it. 

“yes?” you asked, tone way politer than it was back in first grade.

donghyuck almost forgot why he even approached you, distracted by how the sun created a halo around you. his heart sped up, maybe you weren’t y/n. he didn’t remember you looking this pretty.

“you need to go to the back of the line,” he finally said.

you furrowed your brows, head tilting. “why…” your voice trailed off, a hint in your voice saying that your question wasn’t applying to what he just said.

he grinned seeing the gears turning in your head. “‘cause I was here first.”

if possible, the sun shone brighter, acting as the lightbulb that went off in your head.

“donghyuck?” 

“are you sure you’re free today?” he asked, eyeing the basket in your hand.

you nodded, “yeah. I was planning to enjoy this meal in the park since it’s such a nice day out today.”

“by yourself?” he asked, raising a brow.

“can’t tell if you’re judging me, but yes, by myself.”

“I’m not,” he paused, “intruding on a date with yourself?”

you stopped walking, turning to look to your left like someone was there, “hey y/n, are you okay with this?”

you stepped to the left, looking to your right, “yeah, I’m good, what about you?”

stepping back to the right, you frowned to your left, “I don’t know.” you looked back at donghyuck’s amused eyes, “he hasn’t contacted us in five years, should he really eat lunch with us?”

for the last time, you stepped to the left, “just don’t give him the cake.”

with a nod, you stepped in front of donghyuck, “myself and I think it’s okay.”

“lee donghyuck!” three boys shouted, attracting the attention of the people trying to enjoy a peaceful day at the park.

his eyes widened, looking over at your cheeky smile. 

“maybe I lied,” you giggled. 

and before he could think about the butterflies that erupted in his stomach when he heard the sound, the aforementioned three boys attacked him with slaps on the backs, words overlapping each other. 

“where have you been?”

“you do have a phone, right?”

“why are you avoiding us?”

“did you move back here?”

“are you visiting?”

“guys!” you yelled, catching the attention of the boys, “whoever’s barbecuing might want to check on the food, it’s smelling a bit burnt.”

“and-” you interrupted yourself, laughing at the untold story.

donghyuck didn’t mind, he was busy processing the noise, still not used to the fluttering in his stomach. your laugh resonated in his ears and harmonized with the chirps of the birds. it left him with a stomach full of giddiness.

“it would help if you finished your story,” renjun pointed out, taking a bite of his food.

you waved him off, “I will, I will!”

you continued your tale, recounting countless shenanigans that he missed in the past five years like when jaemin got bombarded with pom poms because he accidentally walked into the girl’s locker room.

(“I guess that’s one way to get their attention,” you laughed.

“it was my first week there! how was I supposed to know they were lying to me?”

“maybe read the signs?” renjun suggested.)

or when jeno had to reject a guy because he slipped a confession letter into the wrong locker. 

(“what a heartbreaker,” jaemin tsked, receiving a glare from jeno. 

“the letter didn’t even have his name on the paper!”)

or when renjun almost blew up the school during chemistry because he refused to listen to his lab partner. 

(“he wanted to impress her,” jeno commented.

“spoiler alert, it failed,” you added.

“she thought I was dumb,” renjun frowned.)

or when you tackled a random stranger, thinking he was the one who pranked you.

“he’s my boyfriend, now.”

did he mishear that?

“right now,” you pouted, plushed  beautifully under the sun’s rays, “he’s abroad in europe.”

“he’ll be back in two days, don’t worry,” jaemin reassured you, patting you on the back.

your eyes held all the stars in the galaxy when you talked about pandas, your favorite animal, and donghyuck thought that that was the only time your eyes would ever put the stars to shame. 

he was wrong.

as you were spewing out stories about your boyfriend, your eyes made him think that he was looking through a telescope, staring up at the night sky. you held a shy smile, melting donghyuck’s heart to mush. 

but then those words echoed in his mind. 

he’s my boyfriend.

they swirled in his mind, traveling down his spine and coiling around his heart like a snake. it crushed him, leaving a pool of disappointment in his chest. he shouldn’t be disappointed.

he looked at your practically glowing figure. your cheeks were faint with red, your lips softer than the blanket on your lap, your hands looking too heavy for you to hold, but you weren’t his. 

“we’re just friends,” he breathed out, words blending with the wind. they were heavier than he remembered, bitter as he let it rest on his tongue. thankfully, no one heard him. except you, of course.

“did you say something?” you asked him, almost swearing that you saw his mouth move.

he blinked, “what?”

you furrowed your brows, “nothing, I thought you had something to say.”

donghyuck shook his head, heart palpitating with your eyes intensely analyzing him. he took a bite of his food, hoping that you wouldn’t bother him now that he was occupied with chewing. and you did, dropping the topic and continuing on about the adventures you had with jeno, jaemin, renjun and- he doesn’t know your boyfriend’s name. 

he scoffed silently to himself, he’ll find out later. he’s bound to hear the guy’s name again, anyway.

donghyuck found it funny how he left the picnic early to get his mind off of you, yet here he was, strolling behind you with the shopping cart filled with various junk foods. it was almost two in the morning, but he couldn’t say no to you, not when he could practically see your cute pout through the phone. 

you hopped on the colored tiles scattered on the floor, humming along to some tune playing in your head. your eyes roamed over the sweet treats on the shelves, and he chuckled when you pointed out that the aisle was labeled as spices. donghyuck thought it was unfair that you seemed to shine no matter the time of day, even under the dimly lit grocery store lamps. he sighed, especially under the dimly lit grocery store lamps.

with a gasp, you grabbed a box of cookies from the shelf, waving them in his face. “it’s your favorite cookies!” you teased.

he hated those cookies. 

“actually, I’m already going with someone to the dance.”

the girl shook her head, pushing the cookies back to him, “who-”

“you got me cookies?” you squealed, appearing out of nowhere and taking the box of cookies from him.

“actually-” his admirer started, trying to take back the gift from you.

you ignored the girl, ripping opening the box and stuffing one in your mouth.

“thanks hyuck!”

“is she the one your taking to the dance?” the other girl sneered, looking at you with a glare.

he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, smiling fondly at you as you giddily ate the cookies you knew he didn’t like. “well yeah, she’s my girl friend.” 

and you looked at him with a mouth full of cookies and cheeks flushed red. you nodded, “yep, he’s my boyfriend.”

he chuckled, his thumb wiping away the crumbs on your face. “you’re not going to leave any cookies for me?” he teased.

while he meant for the label to be platonic (simply a girl who’s a friend), donghyuck knew that his classmate took it romantically. and he almost went along with it, but when jaemin asked him if the two of you were finally dating, he laughed it off. ‘we’re just friends.’ he ignored the discontent in his stomach and how empty it felt when you shrugged off his arm.

regret clouded his mind, forcing another memory into his brain.

“my family is waiting for me in the car,” donghyuck chuckled, your arms locked in place.

“let them wait,” you frowned, words muffled by his shirt.

“I got to get going.”

your grip tightened and you told him three words that he acted like he didn’t hear.

“I love you,” he blurted.

your smile dropped, along with your arms. you stared at him with confused eyes and backed up three steps.

“remember when that girl told me that?” he quickly added, the seed of regret growing, continuously gnawing away at his heart with each second that passed by, “she made a banner and everything.”

silence.

you could see through him, you always did. that made his heart pound even more. you were just staring at him.

“I have a boyfriend.” your voice was level despite the wavering in your eyes and the tense scrunch of your shoulders. 

he swallowed, hesitant to speak. “I know.”

donghyuck clenched his jaw, he knew that. he didn’t need another reminder that he was too late. he didn’t need another reminder that he should’ve confessed to you before he left. he didn’t need another reminder that you moved on. 

“I...I have to go.”

you left him there, surrounded by boxes of sweet snacks in an aisle labeled as spices. 

[adorablele]

road to your heart; l.jn

anon requested;  could i request a jeno fluff blurb?🥺 it could be about anything you want!

↬ pairing; lee jeno x reader

↬ genre; fluff, a whole lotta fluff

↬ word count; 1.7k+

↬ summary; jeno is supposed to bring you lunch, but he’s a bit lost.

↬ a/n; this is my 500th post :) also the way i placed heart bothers me but I already did it and editing took so long (more like me just staring at jeno’s face for half the day before deciding that I couldn’t edit him in),, just like don’t look at it (perhaps one day I’ll fix it). anyways, happy reading <3

“Hello, this is-”

“I’m lost.” 

You were silent for a moment. “But you can use google maps?” 

“That’s not helpful.”

You made a face, “What-”

“Trust me, I tried,” he defended. 

You stared at the stack of papers on your desk and the unfinished excel sheet on your computer. ‘It’s due by the end of the day’ your boss had warned, giving you a thick file. ‘Hey, you don’t mind doing this for me, right?’ your coworker shrugged, sliding more papers onto your desk. ‘I was wondering if you were finished with the sheet yet,’ the intern sheepishly asked. So many things to do and your husband with the worst sense of direction just had to get lost now?

“Where are you?” you murmured.

“I’m near the gym.”

“That’s very helpful,” you deadpanned.

“The one where we first met.”

You wanted some frozen yogurt. Was it the best idea? Maybe not. You sped up the treadmill, turning your gaze away from the empty cafe calling your name.

“Ignore the urge,” you told yourself, adding even more speed to the treadmill. However, you looked back at the blinking open sign, unaware of the way a certain pink haired boy who stared in your direction.

“Are they looking?” Jeno asked, swinging another right hook at the punching bag.

Jaemin, who held the bag, followed your line of sight. He didn’t think you were looking at Jeno. “uhm, yeah, they are,” Jaemin lied.

Jeno stopped and looked at you, “Really?” His eyes widened when he saw you walking towards him. He felt his heart speed up, nervousness crawling up his throat. “What do I say?” he panicked.

“Hey-” You didn’t pay him any mind, walking right past him as your hands tapped into your pocket for your rewards card. 

Jaemin bursted out laughing as Jeno stood there in confusion and embarrassment. He then hit his friend on the shoulder, “You told me they were looking!”

“Yeah, they were looking,” Jaemin whined, rubbing the sore spot, “they were looking at the frozen yogurt sign.”

Jeno stared disdainfully at the pink haired boy. “You knew what I meant!”

Jaemin rolled his eyes, “Just go offer to buy them yogurt stupid!”

“Nana was quite a wingman,” you mused, remembering how the pink haired boy approached you, pulling a shy, sweaty Jeno from behind him.

“I guess I’m thankful for him,” your husband muttered.

You chuckled, “Make sure to turn right when you see that green building with those chandeliers that shine through the tinted windows.”

“Wait, didn’t we have our first date there?”

He pulled the seat out for you.

The two of you sat in silence. He didn’t know what to say and he wasn’t sure if he was flabbergasted from the prices of a single dish or just how stunning you looked in your outfit. He decided on the latter and let the compliment slip from his lips. You smiled appreciatively at him muttering a quiet, ‘thank you’ before hiding behind the menu. 

You tried not to cry out about the prices displayed to your eyes. You would’ve been just fine going down to the cafe down the street. Your friend worked there and could surely give you a discount.

At the same time, the two of you placed down your menus.

“I was-”

“Do you-”

The both of you chuckled and said at the same time, “You go first.”

He gestured towards you, “Please, I insist.”

You shook your head, “I don’t mind.”

For a moment the two of you stared at each other, gazes locked and waiting for the other to break. 

“Are you ready to order?” the waiter interrupted, standing by the table with a courteous smile.

“A few more minutes, please,” Jeno politely told him. With a nod, the waiter left. Once the guy was out of sight Jeno sighed, “I heard the cafe down the street is pretty good. What do you say we leave this place?”

“What was his name, Mark?” Jeno hummed, “his latte was pretty cool, and he gave it for free. Didn’t he also give us that cake half off?”

“Yeah, I’m sure our total was the price of one dish at that other place,” you snorted, voice getting a little louder.

“You make fun of that place, but I proposed to you there,” Jeno reminded.

You beamed at the ring on your finger, “I know. Everyone got a free meal that day because you fooled them into thinking that they mixed up the ring in the wrong plate of food.”

Jeno laughed, “I genuinely thought they did. Just turns out I never gave it to them.”

“You’re an idiot,” you smiled, rolling your eyes at the memory of the fretful faces of the restaurant staff.

“Your idiot, yes,” he cheekily grinned.

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes, although he couldn’t see you, “two miles down, you’ll make a left and you’ll pass by the furniture store.”

“I am suggesting things to buy but you keep shutting them down!” you pointed out, arms crossed over your chest.

“That’s because the things you want are not what we need!” Jeno retorted, posture mirroring yours.

“Everything that I have showed you was apart of the list we made-” you heaved out a heavy sigh, “you know what, whatever, we’ll just split this list in half and you get what you think is best and I’ll get what I think is best.”

You tore the sheet in half. “Deal,” he frowned, taking a piece from you, “meet back here in thirty minutes.”

You stomped away, analyzing all the items on your list. You angrily passed by the black nightstand that Jeno deemed would look good in your shared bedroom. You scoffed at the ugly cat vase that he disagreed was cute. You rolled your eyes at the silly sky painting he wanted to hang in the living room. 

Somehow, thirty minutes later, you found yourself putting back all the items you thought were better than the ones that Jeno wanted. Each item was set back down in their respective places and you took the black nightstand, thinking that you could admire the way Jeno’s arms flexed as he builds the piece of furniture. You took the ugly cat vase and remembered that this would have to do until the two of you were ready to get your own cat. You took the sky painting, keeping in mind that if you were to allow him to get this, then he would have to agree on getting the pretty lake painting in aisle five. 

You sat on the couch in your meeting spot, rehearsing how you’d apologize for disregarding everything he wanted simply because you had your own things in mind. 

“You’re cuter, you know,” he softly smiled sitting next to you, “I can live without that cat vase.”

Your smile matched his, “The grey led mirror isn’t all that, I don’t mind using the bathroom.”

Jeno placed his hand on your knee, thumb rubbing soothing circles, “I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry too,” you sighed, taking his hand and pressing a kiss to his knuckles, “we can get the sky painting as long as we also get the lake painting.”

Jeno dangled it in front of you, “You got yourself a deal.”

“Our first argument in public,” he recalled. 

“I can’t believe I fought with you because I didn’t like that cat vase.”

“Petty things, but that’s what makes us human, right?”

You leaned back in your chair, “I love you.” 

“Thank you.”

You glared at the framed photo lying on your desk, his lips pressed against your cheek, arm secured around your waist. “I’m going to hang up.”

“That’s fine.”

You gawked, not bothering to make a sound before you ended the call. Not a second later did you remember that you didn’t give him the last set of instructions to your work. With a grumble, you reached back for your phone, stomach growling. You deserved an ‘I love you’ back and some food. 

“Huh,” a voice muttered from behind you, “you really did hang up.”

You swiveled around, phone dropping from your hand. Jeno stood with a bag of food in one hand and his phone held up by the other. His eyes curved with his mouth as he stared at your shocked face. 

He walked towards you, placing the food on your desk, “I called you when I was already in the parking lot.”

You squinted your eyes, “You mean to tell me that I could’ve started eating my lunch earlier?”

He rubbed the top of your head, “Yep.” 

You slapped away his hand and opened up the bag. He pulled up a chair next to you and watched in amusement as you excitedly opened up the bag. Once again, his hand was slapped away when it tried to reach in and take some of your food. “No,” you frowned, turning your chair so the back was facing him “you don’t get any because you didn’t say I love you too.”

He chuckled at your childish actions and turned the chair to face him again. Jeno pulled your wheeled chair closer to him. You clutched onto the bag of food in your lap, hating how your heart still skipped a beat whenever he looked at you.

“I love you too,” he softly said, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You felt your stomach flip. God, you’ll never get tired of hearing that. You lightly pushed his chest, “Whatever.” Jeno wanted to coo at how you failed to keep down your shy smile, but he bit his tongue, keeping silent as you turned back to your desk and unpacked the food.

“If you knew where to go, why did you call?” you asked, taking the fries out of the bag. 

“I told you I was lost,” he shrugged, happily opening is mouth in hopes you’d feed him.

“Lost in my eyes?” you guessed. You offered a fry toward’s Jeno’s open mouth before quickly snatching it back when he moved forward to take a bite. With a wide smile, you ate it instead.

“Something like that,” he pouted.

You smiled cheekily and offered him another fry. “And google maps wouldn’t have helped?”

Jeno gratefully accepted the fry, chomping happily, “No, it would not.”

“And why is that?” you asked, placing a fry into your mouth.

Your husband took a napkin and wiped the corner of your mouth, “Because it doesn’t know the road to your heart.”

[adorablele]

drunk&clingy; nct 127

anon requested:  Hey what do you think will be 127's reaction to you being clingy-er than usual when you're drunk? Written in any format is fine! Would just love to see your take on this 😁 Thank you!

↬ pairing; nct 127 x reader

↬ genre; fluff // reactions

↬ a/n; this was fun to think about!

“baby,” you called out in a sing-songy voice, stumbling into the shared apartment, “I’m home.”

you wandered to where your boyfriend sat on the couch, his attention still to the TV.

“how was your night out?” he asked, eyes still glued to the screen.

“a nice break,” you sighed, sitting on your boyfriend’s lap. when his eyes still weren’t on you, you sat up, straddling his lap. 

their reactions will be a continuation of this scenario

and if you have any feedback or thoughts of your own

feel free to share :))

please enjoy <3

“wh-what are you doing?”

you pecked the corner of his lips, “I’m hugging my boyfriend.”

he didn’t say anything, simply frozen in place.

“you’re so cute,” you cooed, pecking him on the cheek. you drunkenly giggled when you saw the heat rise to his face. “too cute.”

sicheng, taeyong

I feel like these two would just be smiley babies

definitely caught off guard 

would change your positions

to where you’re both laying on the couch

or possibly go to bed 

either way

he’d eventually cuddle with you

“uhm…” he nervously chuckled, “I can’t see the tv.”

you pecked the corner of his lips, “aren’t I a better view?”

“how much did you drink?” he muttered, hands gently pushing you back so he could examine your face.

“only like,” you paused, “one cup?”

he sighed, “I’ll go get you water.”

doyoung, taeil

for doyoung, I imagine him reacting the way that he did when johnny was whispering ‘sexy’ while stroking his face

so doyoung would be a bit flustered and confused at first

confused in a way where he’s caught off guard and maybe panicking a little

since you’re more touchy than usual

I imagine Taeil in the same way

a little flustered, confused

but then they would focus on taking care of you

they’d smile at how cute you are as you drunkenly cling to them

“love, what are you doing?”

you pecked the corner of his lips, “don’t mind me.”

his hands found your waist, “seriously, what are you doing?”

mark, yuta

very vague reaction, i know

mark because I feel like he would genuinely be confused

like not caught off guard like doyoung and taeil

but like “I was watching TV, why’re you on my lap”

eventually, he’d realize that you just wanted attention and wouldn’t mind giving it to you

for yuta, I picture him distracted at first

and then he’d give his full focus on you

I mean since you climbed on his lap

might as well give you what you want

“miss me that much, huh?” he chuckled.

you pecked the corner of his lips, “of course.”

“well, I missed you too baby,” he smiled, giving you a chaste kiss on the lips.

you chased after his lips, humming happily when you caught them. not a second later, he pulled away, thumb stroking your cheek. you pouted at him, leaning into his touch with hazy, slow blinking eyes.

“you seem tired, love,” he chuckled.

“but I’m not,” you yawned.

“adorable,” he muttered, eyes sparkling with affection.

johnny, jaehyun, jungwoo and donghyuck

okay okay

so i don’t think they would take things too far

which is why they gave a quick kiss so they don’t lose control

and if anything

the farthest they’d go would be a heavy make-out session

with a lot of wandering hands

and to me, that would apply to johnny, jaehyun and jungwoo

for hyuck, i feel like he would be lowkey flustered

that’s why he gave you a ‘chaste kiss’

but boy gotta front so, if you kissed him again

he’d probably take it to a make-out session (with a flushed face and swollen lips)

BONUS

“I love your dimples,” you slurred, leaning against your boyfriend.

“really?” jaehyun smiled, flashing his dimples

“they’re adorable,” you smiled, pecking his cheek

jaehyun stopped recording, “not as adorable as you.”

while I used jaehyun in this scenario

I think johnny would also record his s/o 

just to make fun of them for it later

and also to smile like a dork when watching it in their free time 

like when they’re missing you uwu

I feel like mark and hyuck wouldn’t record

but they would definitely clown you later

especially if you’re not one to be super clingy

[adorablele]

hi!! could i request a fic with jeno as your bestfriend where he secretly has a crush on you gets really jealous and protective when a guy hits on you in public and ask for your number? tqsm!!

[1:34 pm] “man, there’s something wrong with my phone,” the guy with blue hair frowned, staring at the rectangle in his hand. “ahh, I know,” he turned to you, “it doesn’t have your number.”

for the past five minutes that jeno has been waiting for the drinks, that guy, who introduced himself as jaemin, had been non-stop talking to you, throwing pick-up line after pick-up line. jeno glanced back at your amused face (with eyes screaming ‘help me’) and jaemin’s charming smile. it’s like when jeno went up to the counter, that guy took it as his queue to shoot his shot.

jeno swallowed his urge to gag at the boy’s words and sighed when the person in front of him finally stopped complaining about their drink. “here is your-”

“thanks.” jeno didn’t spare anymore time, quickly taking the drinks from the barista and making his way back to you. 

“sorry it took so long,” he told you, handing you your drink. he then slung an arm around you which made you choke in the middle of your drinking, “let’s go darling.”

with his arm still around you, he pulled you out of the cafe, dragging you off to where that jaemin guy was not. he frowned, unaware of the way you stared at him curiously.

you cleared your throat, “you know, jen, you can’t just joke around like that.”

he didn’t look at you, eyes cloudy as he stared ahead. the way you laughed at one of jaemin’s jokes replayed in his mind, “joke about what?”

“that you’re my boyfriend.”

he sipped his drink. his frown deepened and he hugged you tighter as he recalled how you refused to tell jaemin that you had a boyfriend. if you told him that, then he would’ve surely gone away. “who said I was joking?”

you stopped walking, and so did he. jeno still didn’t look at you, his words dawning on him. he swallowed and he turned at you, eyes blinking away his jealous daze. 

“you really shouldn’t joke like that,” you whispered, eyes focused on him. well, there was no holding back now. he removed his arm from around you and leaned towards you. “it’s not a joke, y/n.”

pride filled his eyes when he saw you simply blinked at him, mouth slightly agape. his thumb brushed over your cheek, “how cute.”

“be quiet,” you muttered, turning your gaze away.

he leaned in closer, breath fanning yours as he slightly tilted his head, “make me.”

[adorablele]

wrist aches; h.rj

hello!! could you write a renjun fluff where they're like soulmates and they finally meet each other? your works are literally so cute uwu 

↬ genre; fluff // soulmate!au

↬ word count; 1.8k+

↬ summary; your wrist aches every time he paints about you

↬ a/n; THIS GIF OF RENJUN EXISTS AND I ONLY KNEW ABOUT IT NOW?? he looks so ~boyfriend material~ ahem, let me collect myself for a second,,,,,right, so this ended up being longer than I planned it to be, but please enjoy painter!renjun

“why are you hurting?” you mumbled, staring at your right wrist.

your frown deepened, the ache in your wrist similar to a growing pain but not quite the same. you closed your eyes, stretching your arm upwards, letting it hang in the air. it was three in the morning, and all you wanted to do was sleep.

nothing changed, even after five minutes.

you sighed, letting your arm drop and turning your body to lay on your back. just as quickly as it came, the pain went away.

-

renjun gasped awake, afraid that he was going to get hit by that girl’s arm. he stared confusedly at the paintbrush in his hand and was even more confused at the finished painting in front of him. the last time he checked, he fell asleep in his bed.

and oddly enough, he found himself wanting to kiss your ache away.

“that’s amazing, ‘sung!” you told your brother, leaning forward on your balcony railing. you looked at your wrist, the ache starting to bother you.

“it was magical,” jisung dreamily sighed. you knew your brother’s eyes matched the starry night sky.

“I believe that this is the first time I’ve ever heard someone say that getting punched in the face was magical,” you chuckled.

he was silent.

“hello?” you asked, moving your phone to see if he disconnected.

“have you gotten your soulmate mark?”

you swallowed, the throb in your wrist increasing, “it’s late, you should go to sleep.”

“y/n-”

“goodnight, ‘sung.”

you hung up, brushing a hand through your hair. stretching your limbs, you held onto the railings. the various buildings of the city mushed together in front of you.

you looked up, closing your eyes as a shooting star passed by.

“I’m getting impatient,” you sighed, “find me soon.”

-

renjun blinked his eyes open, another painting finished. he stared at his outstretched hand and brought it back to his lap. why couldn’t he see your face?

he sighed, looking out the window. how was he supposed to find you if he didn’t know what you looked like?

well, at least he knew your name. his phone let out a ding.

‘I know a place you can display your art!’

you ignored the giggles of the girl to your left.

“stop,” she quietly told the guy next to her, continuing to fold clothes.

“but my girlfriend looks so cute,” her boyfriend smiled, snapping more photos.

did they have to do coupley things at 3 in the morning? you chucked more clothes in the washing machine. couldn’t they leave you to wash your clothes by yourself? you aggressively added the laundry detergent, gritting your teeth at the ache in your wrist.

“no! don’t post that,” the girl whined, trying to grab the phone from her boyfriend. he watched in amusement, stretching his arm to make it out of her reach.

you slammed the washing machine door closed. the couple jumped, looking over at you. you continued to ignore them, picking up the empty basket.

“would you take cute photos of me?” you whispered to yourself, eyes trailing to your aching wrist.

-

renjun tilted his head at the painting of you, your back towards him, yet again.

“most definitely.”

“another night without sleep,” you frowned, adjusting the ice pack on your wrist as the clock glared 3:46 am.

you closed your eyes, laying your head down on the table. you thought about the instagram account jaemin showed you today.

“this is the artist’s account,” he explained, giving you his phone.

“who are you?” you read. the post showed a painting of a girl laying down on her side, her back in view. her right arm was stuck up straight in the air and her hair was a mess on her pillow. purple, iridescent sparkles glowed on her wrist, floating around in the air and trailing to her open window. an empty spot on the bed sat next to her, almost beckoning someone to lay with her; it felt rather cold.

there was something about her that made you feel funny, like you knew the girl.

“that’s one of the paintings we’re hanging tomorrow,” jaemin commented.

“huang renjun,” you sighed, finding it odd how smoothly his name rolled off your tongue, “your gallery is in two days and you haven’t once met with us.”

-

who knew his heart would race this fast because you said his name? or maybe it was beating fast because you uttered the words:

“‘haven’t once met with us?’” he repeated, eyes wide as he stared at the painting.

“does this girl seem lonely?” you frowned, head tilting at the painting you were hanging.

the girl was at a laundromat, right hand clenched around the washing machine door. her wrist had the same glow of purple as the one in his instagram post. although you couldn’t see her face, her tense shoulders gave off the vibe that she was annoyed by, you presumed, the blurred out couple to her left.

“what makes you say that?” jaemin asked, adjusting another painting.

you pointed at the girl in his painting, “well, she’s alone in all of these.”

jaemin chuckled, “there’s a lot of people alone in pictures.”

you shook your head, “but doesn’t it feel like she’s looking for something- someone?”

the girl in the painting held onto the balcony railing, her right wrist glowing the same purple as the shooting star in the sky. her head was tilted up, back towards the viewer. the purple sparkles were sprinkled lightly around the cluster of buildings in front of her.

“and what about this one,” you told him, pointing to another painting. the girl was sitting at her kitchen counter, an empty seat across from her. her face was tucked away behind her left arm, her other arm stretched across the table with an ice pack resting on her glowing wrist. the spotlight of the lamp above her did nothing but accentuate the fact that her apartment was empty.

“don’t you want to hold her hand?” you mumbled sadly.

after a moment of silence, jaemin spoke.

“well, I don’t think she’s alone.”

“why not?”

“don’t you see all the purple? it’s on her wrist, right?” he shook his own wrist, “that’s where most people have their soulmate marks.”

you stared at him, still confused, “what’s your point?”

he rolled his eyes, “I think the artist is trying to say that even if you feel like you’re alone, you’ve got your other half there with you.”

-

“is this everything?” you asked, hanging the last canvas.

you looked over to jaemin, confused as to why he looked nervous, “I think we forgot one.”

“well, he can just bring when he comes here, right?”

he frowned, “he’s not coming in today.”

“we’re supposed to open tomorrow! how are we supposed to-” you inhaled sharply, pain suddenly shooting through your wrist, “I’ll just go to his studio.”

“renjun?” you called out, knocking on his door. you clicked your tongue, your phone going to the automated voice message system.

“hello?” you called out again, surprised to see that his front door was open.

you wandered inside, not seeing his shoes by the door, but you did see the painting you forgot.

“is anyone home?” you shouted, picking up the canvas.

there was a girl on it, her knees hugged to her chest. her purple glowing wrist covered her eyes, the tears still dripping down her chin. a crumpled wedding invitation laid next to her on the wrinkled bed sheets, words glimmering under the moonlight. a weird sense of deja vu swirled in your stomach and the ache in your wrist worsened.

“am I going to be alone forever?” you wailed, fridge empty of any ice cream that you could use to eat away your sorrow..

chenle held his fiance in his arms, the both of them smiling as they looked into each other’s eyes. it didn’t help that you just finished watching a kdrama that made you feel single AF.

you dropped the wrinkled piece of paper next to you, hugging your knees tightly to your chest. the ache in your wrist was nothing compared to emptiness in your heart.

“just got myself until then, I guess.”

you placed down the painting and shook away the memory. “I can give you a ride to the museum,” you announced, exploring further into the apartment. sketches of a girl littered his apartment, none of them revealing what her face looked like.

“renjun?” you asked, slowly pushing open the ajar door, the ache in your wrist dulling away.

he was there, facing away from you. he sat in front of a canvas.

“it’s you.”

your furrowed brows soon rose in shock when he turned around, revealing a painting of you. you stood in the open doorway, face caught in surprise.

“you’re way more beautiful in person.”

“that’s...that’s my face,” you dumbly replied.

renjun chuckled, “I believe it is.”

your face felt hot and you wished that he didn’t looked so good with messy brown hair that shined under the sun. you really hoped you weren’t drooling.

his eyes crinkled with joy and held the same relieved look as yours. for a moment the two of you stared into each other’s eyes, the world put on pause.

“wait,” you suddenly said, everything clicking in your head, “are you the reason why my wrist hurts?”

he chuckled, stepping closer to you. he gently grabbed your right wrist, giving it a peck, “sorry ‘bout that.”

if possible, you felt your face heat up even more, “you can make up for it with a date.”

you stepped away from him, “but not before we add the final touches to the gallery.” you quickly turned away from him, annoyed that your face hasn’t cooled down and that your heart was still pumping like you just finished a race.

“let’s go,” you mumbled, hurrying out the door.

renjun raised his brows, taking the painting of you and the other painting that you initially came for.

“can’t forget these, can we?” he reminded, meeting you by the elevator.

you blinked, away your daze. “of course!” you told him, looking ahead. did he have to be so handsome?

when the two of you got into the elevator, you stood in the farthest corner, away from him.

“you know,” he started after a few moments of silence, “for someone who seemed very eager to meet me, you sure act like you don’t like me.”

you turned to him, his teasing smirk making the butterflies in your stomach go wild. “well, being around you makes my mind go blank.”

the elevator dinged and you didn’t waste any time to bolt to your car. you scrunched your face in embarrassment, hoping that maybe the earth will swallow you up.

“if it makes you feel any better, I can’t think straight when you’re naturally adorable like that,” he told you, easily catching up with you.

“don’t say things like that,” you pouted. your face was burning hotter now.

“but it’s true! you’re acting cute right now,” he laughed. your heart thumped at the noise, the most joyous sound you’ve ever heard.

you sighed, opening your car door. this boy will be the death of you.

[adorablele]

anon requested; hello,, could i request a jealous haechan? i just feel like no matter how confident this boy is, he's always gonna be alittle pouty when he brings his s/o to meet all his members but they steal all their attention away from him 💛 just imagining it so adorable heheh thank u so much!!

↬ pairing; lee donghyuck x reader 

↬ genre; fluff 

↬ word count; 511 (it’s a drabble folks)

↬ summary; hyuck is a little annoyed that you aren’t giving him attention

↬ a/n; scary movies are a great excuse to cuddle with donghyuck (not like you need an excuse for this boy to shower you in affection though) happy reading love!

charades was supposed to be fun.

bringing you to meet his other members was supposed to be fun. 

which was why you would think that he would be laughing as you told johnny to square up while jaehyun held you back, but he wasn’t.

just an hour ago, you were shyly clinging onto his hand, rambling in the car about how nervous you were. now...

“we make a fantastic team!” you smiled, pure triumph dripping from your words.

everyone rolled their eyes, smiles bit back as they spouted reasons as to why you won.

“you hear what I’m hearing?” jaehyun asked, eyes twinkling at you.

“what, jae?” you wondered, leaning an arm on his shoulder.

donghyuck clenched his jaw. since when did the two of you get on a nickname basis?

jaehyun turned to the group, “excuses.”

the room’s volume rose, voices overlapping one another. amidst the chaos, you noticed that the center of attention was not your boyfriend. donghyuck sat on the couch, arms crossed and lips jutted into a pout. he most certainly thinks that charades is not fun.

“looks like someone is a sore loser,” you teased, sliding into the seat next to him.

he didn’t look at you, “finally decide to spare me some attention, have you?” 

you grinned in amusement, his voice thick with irritation. 

“y/n, come pick out a movie!” jaehyun called out, waving you over.

you patted your boyfriend’s shoulder, “I’m coming.”

donghyuck watched as you laughed with jaehyun. he clicked his tongue, what was so funny? 

noticing the bounce of your boyfriend’s leg in the corner of your eye, you decided on a movie. 

“I think we should watch this one.”

‘but that’s really scary,” taeyong frowned.

“which is exactly why we should watch it!”

“you’re not scared?” asked doyoung.

you sighed, “if you guys are going to be such scaredy cats-”

the room filled with clamors of denial and you fought back the urge to smile. after handing the movie to taeil, you made your way back to your pouty boyfriend. 

his sharp eyes followed your movements, “you absolutely are terrified of that movie.”

you tilted your head, “oh yeah, that’s right.”

he furrowed his brows in confusion, “then why did you choose it?”

you pulled apart his crossed arms and dragged a blanket out the two of you. “so you can protect me, duh.”

::

BONUS

“hey guys, I think we’re going to turn in for the night,” donghyuck announced.

“but the movie just barely started,” mark pointed out.

“y/n is getting tired,” he excused.

“but she’s the one who chose the movie,” taeil commented, “unless…”

you raised your brow, “unless…?”

“you’re scared?” jungwoo finished, smiling at you, “there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“if hyuck is failing to protect, my arms are open,” yuta winked.

donghyuck didn’t give you a chance to reply, taking your hand and dragging you to his room.

“why is it such a struggle to spend some alone time with you?” he whined, pulling you into a tight hug, “I’m the one dating you for goodness sake!”

[adorablele]

hii i saw that your request are open! could i request one where you surprise doyoung backstage after his concert and he hasn't seen you in awhile so he gets really pouty but ahhh so fluffy im excited

[10:43 pm] with one final bow, the group made their way back stage.

as doyoung glanced back at his glorious blades of grass, he couldn’t help but feel the guilt sting in his eye. he loved his nctzens and it disappointed him that his mind drifted elsewhere while performing. 

“you did good,” taeyong reassured, patting his shoulder and leading him backstage.

doyoung swallowed the lump in his throat, “I really miss y/n.”

taeyong gave him a smile, once again giving him a pat, “but your energy was still high. you tried your best, don’t forget that.”

he reluctantly nodded, dragging his feet to the door labeled with his name. doyoung went inside, flicking on the light switch. he sighed and walked over to the mirror. doyoung lightly sang a tune, eyes focused on his reflection as he got rid of the makeup.

his voice cracked and he pouted at himself in the mirror. “you’re only human,” he reminded himself. with a voice barely above a whisper he muttered, “that’s what y/n would say.”

his pout doubled as he started to unbutton his shirt, “but first they would make fun of me.” he was halfway down his shirt before you finally decided to make your presence known.

“as much as I’d enjoy to see you shirtless, I think you should know that I’m here before you strip yourself bare,” you commented, standing up from the couch. your eyebrows rose when your boyfriend yelped and turned around, arms crossing over his chest.

doyoung relaxed when it was just you and immediately made his way towards you.

“like I mean, you can still strip, but it just felt creepy watching you without you knowing-” he cut you off by hugging you tightly.

you chuckled, wrapping your arms around him, “gross. you’re all sweaty.”

with that comment, he only hugged you tighter.

you rubbed his back, “any tighter and I won’t be able to breathe, baby.”

he pulled away, resting his arms around your waist, still keeping your body close to his. “when did you arrive?”

“I was sitting in the dark for five minutes,” you shrugged.

doyoung rubbed your cheek, “so you heard my voice crack?”

“I was trying so hard to hold my back laugh,” you smiled.

his smile matched yours, tired eyes brightening like the stars in the night sky. 

“did-”

you cut him off by kissing him, pulling away before he could react. “stop talking.”

he opened his mouth and you gave him another brief kiss. “your voice is already hoarse. it needs to rest.”

once again, he moved his mouth to talk, and you pecked him again. however, this time, he didn’t let you pull away.

[adorablele]

Hey can I request an imagine of Chenle being jealous and protective? Basically an angst which ends in fluff. Thank you! 💚

[12:12 am] “we’re not even dating!”

your lie caused prince!chenle’s grip to tighten. he stopped walking and turned to look at you. “we’re not dating?”

you kept your eyes on the ground and meekly muttered, “no.”

he dryly chuckled, “we’re not dating.”

his thumb lifted your chin, actions gentle compared to his bitter tone, “was last night not a date?” his hand trailed down to the chain dangling around your neck, “did you not agree to be my lover?”

you felt the heat of everyone’s judgmental gaze on the two of you. a peasant with the prince, how disgraceful. sweat started to bead on your skin as you heard their tsks and whispers.

prince!chenle’s hand cupped your cheek. “pay attention to me, love.” and you did, staring into his soft brown eyes. “what’s your answer darling?”

when he saw your eyes trail up to his crown, he sighed, “and don’t say the answer that they want to hear.”

you swallowed, glancing at the crowd before back at him. “yes, I did.”

your voice was small, barely heard by prince!chenle himself, but a small smile found its way on his mouth.

“did you tell that to the waiter?” he asked, voice filled with disdain when ‘waiter’ rolled off his tongue. the corners of his mouth slumped slightly at the memory of the way too friendly waiter. prince!chenle kept in mind to fire the waiter later.

“that I’m unofficially betrothed to the prince?” you laughed, crowd forgotten when you realized that he was jealous, “no way.”

he smiled, “then I guess we should let him know.” not a second after he uttered those words did he press his lips into yours. the crowd erupted into gasps, the sound dull compared to the pounding in your chest. unlike the butterflies in your stomach, the crowd was frozen in shock. 

prince!chenle pulled away, a proud smirk present on his lips as you hid your flushed face in his chest. everyone watched with wide eyes and gaped mouths as he announced the surprise that they’ve been waiting for.

“this is whom I shall marry!”

-

a/n; thought of when yue showed sokka her necklace and was like ‘i’m married’ so yeah, reader doesn’t have a ring but they got a necklace :)) I hope you enjoyed and thank you for requesting <3

[adorablele]

I’m back 😡😡😡😡😡 it’s the chenle cult and we demand chenle fluff with hugs and head pats 😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡 pls pls pls 🥺

is the chenle cult gonna sacrifice me?

-

[4:40 am] “you’re here!” you shouted, running towards the black-haired boy.

boyfriend!chenle’s yawn was cut short and he let out an ‘oomph’ when you ran into him, arms hugged tight around his torso. he chuckled, patting your head, “I’ve only been gone for a week.”

“seven days too long,” you pouted, snuggling your face closer into his chest.

he sighed, wrapping his arms around you, “your not going to let go of me, are you?”

you looked up at him with a smile, “nope! I’ve been waiting out here for more than an hour in the cold, and you’re very warm.”

boyfriend!chenle tilted his head, “but wouldn’t it be warmer in the car?”

“I prefer your arms,” you mumbled, burying your face back into his chest. the familiar scent of his cologne helped fill the emptiness you’ve felt since he left.

he kept one arm wrapped around you, the other back to the top of your head, patting softly, “maybe we can cuddle not in the middle of the airport?”

[adorablele]

could you write for renjun with "draw me like one of your french girls?" please?

[1:57 pm] “renjun, draw me like one of your french girls.”

he looked over at your laying position on the couch, chewing his cereal with judgmental eyes. you only smiled at him. he sighed, moving his attention back to his sketchpad. after a few minutes, he got up and handed you the paper.

“here you go.”

the excitement that bubbled in your stomach burst when you looked at the drawing, and boiled into disappointment.

“did you just draw a trash can?” you asked him, a bit offended. he ignored you, putting on his coat and walking out the door.

you frowned at the detailed trash can for a few good minutes. you then scoffed and threw the paper on the table. sadly, it missed and you grumpily picked it up from the floor, noticing something on the back.

it was a drawing of you sitting on the couch. you were staring at a strand of hair while your favorite kdrama played on the tv. the girl on the tv was blurred out, the focus on you. 

you smiled at renjun’s handwriting at the bottom of the page:

‘12/10 - I’m glad she didn’t cut her hair, she looks perfect the way she is’

[adorablele]

secret; l.dh

@ncttrashbag requested;  Can i request one imagine w haechan about you being an idol too and have a secret relationship?

❆ genre; we’re soft

❆ words; 1.7k+

❆ summary; you run away with donghyuck for a night

❆ a/n; only the stars and moon know your secrets ;) also can we talk about how the waves smacked him in the face

“you’re back early,” you commented, trying to lay as casually as you could on the couch.

yan, your leader, gave a small smile, “yeah, the shoot ended earlier than expected.”

she looked over to you, “wanna go grab something to eat?”

your stomach grumbled in agreement, “sure.”

she nodded, “I’ll go get changed.”

once she entered her room, you rushed towards yours. you gestured for donghyuck to hurry up and get out of here. as quietly as he could, he bolted to the door, barely putting on his shoes before yan called out to you.

“hey y/n.”

you shoved donghyuck out the door and mentally cursed him when you saw his hoodie lying on one of the chairs in the kitchen. you took the hoodie and hid it behind you, “yeah, what’s up?”

yan scrolled through her phone, “I heard there’s a new restaurant two blocks away, wanna eat there?”

you bit the inside of your cheek. donghyuck was supposed to take you there today. “sounds good.”

she looked at you for a second, “actually, I just remembered that I have something today.”

“uh, okay,” you frowned, watching as she finished putting on her shoes.

“just tell me about the restaurant after your date with your boyfriend,” she winked, “and tell him to pipe down on the cologne.”

“wow, you’re so cool!” he cheered, hands cupping his mouth.

you stared harder at yourself in the mirror.

donghyuck pointed excitedly at you, elbowing his non-existent friends, “woah!! Did you see that? y/n moves so smoothly.”

you furrowed your brows, concentrating on keeping a serious face.

“go y/n! go y/n! go, go, go!” donghyuck pumped his fist in the air, continuing to chant your name.

you paused the music and glared at him, “you’re so annoying.”

“what? I’m just being supportive,” he shrugged.

you rolled your eyes and bit back your smile, “you’re making it hard for me to concentrate.”

“was that you concentrating? it looked like you were constipated,” he frowned.

you threw your water bottle at him. he barely managed to dodge it, so you walked over to him and hit him like there’s no tomorrow.

“ow, hey! I’m just saying, you’re going to get wrinkles,” he grabbed onto your wrists, “and plus, you need a break.”

you sighed, “I just need some water.”

he shook his head, keeping his grip on you, “we didn’t visit that restaurant yet.”

he whisked you away from the dance studio and off into an alleyway.

“are you sure we’re in the right place?” you mumbled, inching closer to him.

he glanced at his phone and the surrounding area, “yeah, it looks about right.”

you guys turned the corner, stopping in front of a door with a blinking ‘open’ sign hanging on it. donghyuck smirked at you, “see, I told you.”

your manager cleared her throat, prompting donghyuck to move away from you and to hold the door open. Your manager went to go talk to the hostess and your bodyguard scanned the area while you and donghyuck stood quietly side-by-side.

“I’m sorry,” you frowned, “I tried to tell them.”

he smiled at you, “at least they let you go out with me.”

“I guess.”

your manager and bodyguard were seated a table away from you and donghyuck, allowing a little bit of privacy.

“what do you want to eat?”

you pursed your lips, eyes skimming over all the items. you could feel your mouth water at all the delicious items, but then you remembered, you’re not that hungry, or at least, that’s what you tried to tell yourself.

“anything is fine,” you softly smiled, placing down the menu.

your boyfriend hummed, continuing to flip through the menu before calling over the waiter. 

“hyuck, that’s a lot of food,” you told him after the waiter walked away. 

he bumped your shoulder, “it’s okay, you haven’t eaten all day.”

you didn’t reply to him, instead, you placed your hands on your stomach. that apple you ate in the morning was enough to suffice.

“to be honest, I don’t think you need to lose weight,” he continued, “I think you’re fine the way you are. and I mean, if you really, really, truly want to lose weight, you could do extra exercises and healthier diets, but you shouldn’t starve yourself for the whole day. you’ve got to be healthy for your comeback.”

he offered you chopsticks, “and I don’t like it when you’re hangry.”

you rolled your eyes, “thanks.”

“it’s not fun to make you mad if you’re already grumpy,” he shrugged, imitating the furrow of your brows.

before you could respond, the waiter came around with all the dishes. you took the chopsticks from donghyuck and held back your smile. he joyously accepted the food, rearranging them on the table and clapping his hands when everything was set.

“don’t let this food go to waste,” he smiled, “I specifically asked your group members what you liked to eat.”

you tilted your head, “what?”

but he didn’t say anything, simply gathering up food on your plate.

“she’s going to kill me,” you chuckled, taking the last bite of your ice cream.

donghyuck laughed, “she’ll probably kill me too.”

you shook your head, remembering how he bumped into the waiter which caused food to spill all over your bodyguard. your manager was in the bathroom during that time and while your bodyguard was getting pestered by the restaurant staff, the two of you bolted out of there.

“hey, can you hold something for me?”

you turned to him, pausing your steps, “yeah, what is it?”

your eyes followed his hand that rummaged away in his pocket. he then smiled, pulling out his clenched fist. you hesitantly opened your hand.

“that’s way better,” he sighed, wrapping his fingers around yours.

“where are you taking me?”

donghyuck uncovered your eyes, “my favorite spot to visit when I’m alone.”

you stood near the edge of the cliff, awestruck by the ocean. the waves calmly flowed back and forth as the moon shimmered from above. the salty, cool breeze wafted through your hair and whispered in your ears.

“hyuck, it’s beautiful.”

“yeah,” he mumbled, looking at you.

you turned to him with an excited smile, “let’s go to the water.” you quickly tapped him before running off.

“did you just tag me?” he yelled after you, hot on your tail.

ankle deep in the water, you replied with a, “maybe.”

“you know we don’t have towels, right?” he warned, watching as you lightly kicked water his way.

“we don’t?” you gasped, splashing water onto him.

“I’m just saying,” he frowned, pushing some water towards you.

you kicked more water towards him as he got closer. with splashes getting bigger, you ran away to shore, hoping for some safety. it didn’t take him long to catch up to you and he carried you bridal style back to the water.

“no, please, hyuck!” you screamed clutching tightly onto him as he walked deeper and deeper into the water. he stopped once he was waist level, and you hid your face in the crook of his neck, eyes tightly closed as you waited to be dropped.

you opened one eye. “please don’t drop me.”

“hmmm,” he thought, pursing his lips.

“I’ll do anything,” you cried.

“anything?”

you didn’t like his tone. “maybe.”

“my arms are getting tired-”

“okay, okay!” you curled yourself closer to him, “what do you want?”

he smirked, “a kiss.”

you blinked. sure, you’ve wondered how soft his lips actually were and if they tasted sweeter than your ice cream, but acting upon it? you swallowed and looked into his eyes. they shimmered with the same curiosity, the same twinkle of anticipation, and you hoped that his heart beat with the same unsteady rhythm as yours.

here goes nothing.

you pecked his lips and he dropped you. not really the response you were expecting, nor hoping for.

donghyuck yelped, arms quickly hoisting you up. his red face glowed in the night as he bashfully smiled at you. you glared at him, stomping back to the cliff. he followed after you, calling your name. you ignored his repeated apologies as he took his jacket and wrapped it around you.

“please look at me.”

you continued to stare at the ocean. he shifted to sit in front of you. you turned your head. he sighed and cupped your face, gently turning your head towards him. even while you were facing him, you avoided his eyes. and, honestly, it wasn’t that hard, especially when his lips were very distracting.

“y/n,” he whispered.

you looked into his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he pouted.

“you’re so annoying, lee donghyuck.”

you then leaned in and connected your lips with his. your movements were slow and hesitant, but you didn’t want to pull away; not when his lips were softer than they looked, not when they were more sugary than any ice cream you’ve tasted; not when he pulled you closer towards him; and definitely not when his breaths ignited a fire within you.

you didn’t want to pull away and neither did he.

“why’re you calling me at the butt-crack of dawn?” grumbled yan, your group leader.

“can you pick me up?”

when you got in the car, she instantly started her scolding.

“do you know what time it is? 5:30 in the morning, and do you know what I could be doing instead of picking you up? sleeping! look at you! your clothes are damp, making my seats wet, and your hair is all tangled. not to mention that you slept, overnight, at a beach. a beach, y/n! there are so many people who could’ve seen you. you’re so lucky that I convinced our manager that you were home with us, she was about to call a manhunt on you. did you have to turn off your phone? couldn’t you at least tell her where you were or that you were okay?”

she pursed his lips after glancing over at your slumping figure, “at least tell me you guys used protection.”

you felt your face burn in a matter of seconds, “nothing of the sort happened!”

she laughed at your reaction, “but something did happen.”

you looked out the window at the rising sun, smiling to yourself, “something did happen.”

[adorablele]

Someone to You; n.jm

markkny requested; hi bubs, wondering if you could do a jaemin prompt with the song 'someone to you' by banners? thank u! 🧡

❆ genre; fluff

❆ words; 1.1k+

❆ summary: jaemin liked working at Dream Cafe. he enjoyed making coffee, he enjoyed messing around with his coworkers, he enjoyed interacting with customers, but most of all, he enjoyed seeing you.

❆ a/n; this is my first time using lyrics so feedback is much appreciated <3

【I don’t wanna die or fade away】

jaemin was a friendly guy.

a lot of customers enjoyed talking to him. he didn’t mind the attention or the chatter, but the attention and chatter he really cared about the most was from you.

【I just wanna be someone

I just wanna be someone】

he remembered when you first visited.

the little bell rang, and he welcomed you in, as he did with every customer. but when he saw you, when he saw you, time slowed.

you were the live version of golden hour, the sun shining purely just for your beauty. you were beautiful, eyes curious and a hint of red in your cheeks. a smile graced your lips as you approached him.

【dive and disappear without a trace】

you were talking. you were talking. panic and embarrassment rose inside of jaemin. 

“I’m sorry, can you repeat that?” he smiled.

 if it was possible, it seemed like your smile grew wider. he felt his heart skip a beat, did he do that?

“did I...say something?” you asked him, looking at him with furrowed brows and a tiled head.

【I just wanna be someone

well, doesn’t everyone】

jaemin’s heart? yeah, it fell straight to his stomach.

“I, um-” he was confused, he could’ve sworn he saw your lips moving (not that he was staring at them or anything).

you giggled.

not only was jaemin even more confused (had you said something or not?), but he was in another daze, simply by your giggle.

“I asked if you had any recommendations,” you clarified.

【and if you feel the great diving

I wanna be the one you’re guiding

‘cause I believe that you could lead the way】

there was something about your laugh, about your smile that made jaemin’s heart soar. and if it meant making a fool out of himself, then he was willing to do that over and over again.

it wasn’t that hard. each time you visited, jaemin felt as if you grew even more beautiful than the last and it made him forget how to speak.

【I just wanna be somebody to someone, oh】

with his brain malfunctioning, it left jaemin a mess and he struggled to hold a conversation with you without getting distracted. it bothered him that he didn’t know your favorite color or your pet peeves or your favorite book or your favorite season.

he wanted to know more, learn more. he just wanted to be around you. but jaemin only sighed, watching as another day went by and all he managed to say to you was, ‘nice weather out today.’

you barely seemed interested anyway.

【I wanna be somebody to someone, oh】

every now and then, jaemin would glance at you, sometimes he’d stare but he’d never admit that.

he’d notice the furrow of your brows as you typed away or the light of joy in your eyes as you smiled while reading a book or the weird hand stretches you’d do after writing for too long.

occasionally, he’d see you gaze out the window or glance around the shop. he noticed you did that after staring at your screen for too long or when something upsetting happened in a book.

one day, jaemin glanced over at you while making a drink. he almost spilled that drink when he noticed you were already staring at him.

he gave you a wave, one that was not returned. instead, you blinked. once, twice, before a red hue painted your cheeks and you returned back to typing on your laptop.

he chuckled to himself, guess you were spacing out.

【I never had no body and no road home】

that became a thing between the two of you. whenever you were tired of work, you would look up and meet his gaze.

and from behind the counter or while serving a customer, he’d make a funny face, he’d smile, he’d wave, he’d wink, anything to make you smile, to have you attention on him. 

it was the least he could do until he had the guts to ask you out.

【I wanna be somebody to someone】

jaemin thought that this would get you to open up, but everything remained the same. you would come in, greet him, tell him your order and you’d go to sit down. he would watch you come in, mentally prepare himself to spark up a chat, fail, then make your drink.

occasionally, you guys would make eye contact and distract each other from work, but that’s where it ends. you would always return to whatever you were doing and his gaze would linger. 

maybe you really didn’t see him as nothing more than a barista.

【and if the sun’s upset and the sky goes cold

then if the clouds get heavy and start to fall

I really need somebody to call my own】

you didn’t show up today.

he shouldn’t be too concerned, right? it’s not like you’ve never not missed a day ever since he met you, not that he’s been keeping track or anything.

even though he tried to shrug it off, jaemin’s smile wasn’t as bright and his energy wasn’t as high as his usual self.

the bell of the door jingled as jaemin finished wiping down the last table. “sorry, we’re-”

“y/n?”

【I wanna be somebody to someone】

you smiled at him.

“hey, jaemin.”

he smiled at you, “we’re kinda closed.”

you chuckled, “I know.”

something in your tone made jaemin’s stomach churn, “did you want to talk about something?”

“if you have the time.”

jaemin sat down at your usual table, “I’ll always have the time for you.”

you didn’t reply, simply sitting down across from him.

“so, what’d you want to talk about?”

you swallowed and said, after a very long moment of silence, “I like you.”

he didn’t reply.

“and I’ve had these feelings for quite a while now . but it’s totally okay if you’re not- if you don’t, you know, like me back,” you shrugged, words flying out of your mouth, “I mean there’s much prettier people out there that are way more interesting than me, maybe I should go, give you time to sleep-”

you stood up, getting ready to run away when jaemin stopped you.

【someone to you】

“I like you too, y/n.”

“really?”

“no, I’m just playing,” he deadpanned.

【someone to you】

“yes, I like you too,” he told you with a ‘duh’ tone, standing up and holding your hands.

you laughed, unable to believe that he actually liked you back, “why?”

he looked at you in confusion, “what do you mean, why?”

“what do you mean, what do I mean?”

【someone to you】

jaemin shook his head, “how about I prove it to you?”

you titled your head.

“are you free tonight?”

[adorablele]

hi! can i request something with mark where he is your best friend and you are both in love with eachother and he asks the reader out and the reader starts crying because they didn’t think mark liked them back so he panics?

[3:38 pm] he opened his eyes, his hands resting on the strings of his guitar.

you only stared at him blankly before blinking and then clapping, way too enthusiastically.

“that was so good, mark!” you smiled, something dimming the sparkle in your eyes.

he smiled, heart fluttering at your comment, “thank you.”

you nodded, eyes wandering down, “uhm, so...who’s it for?”

mark tilted his head, eyes furrowing in confusion. he thought he made it obvious that this song was dedicated to you.

“well,” he cleared his throat, “it’s for you.”

in an instant, your head shot up and you looked at him with glossy eyes.

he scratched the nape of his neck, “do you want to go out with me?”

you stared at him as the tears started falling, your mouth formed into an o shape.

mark started panicking, his heart racing and regret swirling in his stomach. he knew he shouldn’t have done this. how stupid was he to ask out his best friend? should he hug you? would you push him off? is this the end?

“that’s what I’m planning to say,” he lamely added, hoping that it’ll save him. he refused to look at you, eyes finding everything around you much more intriguing as awkward silence filled the air.

he nervously chuckled. “you don’t have to give me an answer. it’s okay if you don’t return my feelings. well, not really. it hurts a lot. like,” he whistled, “a lot- but I don’t want to force you or anything...”

you sniffled, “yes.”

“I don’t know if we could be friends after this though,” he continued to ramble, not hearing your answer.

“mark-”

“man, this was kinda stupid of me, huh?”

you stood up, lifting his chin, “mark, I said yes.”

mark stared at you with wide brown eyes. “yes? like, yes you’ll like go out with, like, me?”

you smiled, leaning closer to him and pecking his cheek, “yes. like yes, I’ll like go out on a like date with like you.”

he rolled his eyes at your teasing, fingers delicately touching his cheek, “so why did you cry?”

“because,” you shrugged, “my eyes were already brimming with tears thinking that you were going to confess to someone else, and then when you asked me out, they just fell.”

you brushed a hand through his hair, “but I’m glad you like me back.”

“like?” he asked, taking your other hand and kissing your knuckles, “I’m sure this is love.”

[adorablele]

a child; z.ch

anon requested; fluffy fic with chenle introducing you to his nephew?? and a cute lil playdate and yall talk about your future together and kids pleaseeeee

❆ genre; fluff,, do I write anything else?

❆ words; 883

❆ a/n; his nephew is too smart for his own good

“she doesn’t bite,” chenle chuckled, ruffling his nephew’s hair.

he was currently hiding behind chenle’s legs, peaking shyly over at you seated form on the couch.

“that would be cannibalism,” his nephew muttered.

“yeah, I wouldn’t bring her here if she was cannibal, xia,” chenle reassured.

you smiled, sticking out your hand, “my name is y.n, what’s your name?”

he looked up at chenle before, walking over to you and shaking your head, “my name is xia.”

“nice to meet you xia. chenle talks a lot about you.”

his eyes widened, “he does?”

you nodded, “yeah.”

he shook his head, “I don’t think he talks as much about me as he does about you.”

“he talks about me?” you asked, glancing over at your boyfriend who was prepping food in the kitchen.

“especially when you guys started dating! he would talk and talk about how this girl is so pretty and how she’s so caring,” xia shook his head, “he really likes you.”

“can I tell you a secret?” you asked.

he eagerly nodded.

“I really like him too,” you whispered loudly.

xia gave you a serious look, “you better! he was very sad when you didn’t text him back that one week. he would frown a lot and would glance at his phone and he would tell me that he-”

“what lies are you spreading?” chenle asked, placing a bowl of food in front of xia.

“what lies?” xia asked, looking confusedly at you, “you were very sad when-”

chenle chuckled nervously, “just eat, bud.”

he turned to you, “that’s when you were away on the field trip for a week and your phone was broken.”

you chuckled, “I didn’t know you missed me that much.”

he shrugged, “your voice is what motivates me to get up in the morning.”

“gross,” xia commented, scrunching his nose at you two.

“eat your food,” chenle frowned.

xia widened his mouth, chomping loudly to emphasize that he’s eating.

chenle shook his head, “stop messing around.”

you watched as he took a napkin and wiped xia’s face. chenle muttered how he needed to start learning to eat with his mouth closed and that there’s a reason why napkins exist. 

“don’t forget to put away your bowl when you’re done eating, okay?”

“yeah,” xia muttered, eyes trained on the TV.

“and make sure you prepare your backpack for tomorrow.”

“yeah,” xia repeated, chewing slowing down as the action scene of the episode continued on.

“don’t forget to pay me three million dollars in the morning,” chenle reminded.

“yeah,” xia waved off.

chenle shook his head, sitting down next to you at the kitchen counter, “this kid.”

you smiled, placing a bowl of food in front of him, “you’d be a great father.”

chenle smiled, taking the bowl of food, “you think?”

“of course!”

he stared at you for a bit, before mixing the food in his bowl, “as long as I have you by my side, I think I’d manage.”

you shook your head, cleaning a dish in the sink, “having a child with you?”

“is that such a bad idea?” he asked, a light chuckle in his voice.

you smiled, staring hazily into his eyes, “it makes me feel fuzzy inside.”

“good fuzzy, I hope.”

you rolled your eyes, “no, it makes me nauseous to think of my future with you.”

“I heard that’s what happens when you’re growing a child in your stomach. it can also make you crave things and fart and-”

“I think you’re missing something,” you raised your brows, wiggling your fingers.

chenle stood up, moving behind you.

“a long day at work and I’d come home to this,” he sighed, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“my lovely wife,” he whispered, pecking your hand, ”who keeps me stress free.”

he directed your chin to the living room where xia grumpily stuffed his homework into his backpack as he rambled to himself about the episode being too short and that the wait for the next episode is too long. 

“our first child who will make fun of us because we aren’t hip enough.”

he trailed his hand down to your stomach, “hopefully have another one on the way so we can watch the two of them argue over stupid little things.”

“sisters can be vicious,” you smiled.

“you mean, both boys,” chenle corrected.

“did I say brothers?” you challenged.

“boys-”

“can cause just as much drama as girls,” you pointed out.

“why not both a boy and a girl?” chenle suggested.

“what about no child?” xia suggested, walking into the kitchen with his empty bowl.

“what?” you asked.

“another child would mean less attention on me,” xia frowned, hopping up on a stool to wash his dish.

“less attention?” chenle asked.

“yeah. as far as I’m concerned, I’m the baby of the family right now and I’d like to keep it that way,” he sassed.

“this is why you owe me three million dollars,” chenle sighed.

“isn’t my love enough?” 

“sadly, it doesn’t pay the bills,” chenle replied.

“can’t you give me a break?”

“you’re a smart kid, I have faith in you,” you smirked.

“only 9 and I’m already in debt,” he sighed, sulkily walking out of the kitchen.

you and chenle looked at each other, “we’d make a amazing parents.”