#nonranghaes.skz

[nonranghaes]

"also, the kids miss you!" minho says, suddenly louder than before, as though you don't have him on speaker. you're choking on your soup as you rush to take him off of it, waving him off to the coworkers who are giving you confused looks around the cafeteria. "you should come see them soon before they forget your face--"

he's off speaker and you're raising the phone to your ear as you speak up to them, "i don't have kids!" before you're speaking to minho again, "honey, you can't say it like that--"

"you don't have kids?" minho says. "ah. i'm telling them you said that. poor doongie will cry...."

"you were on speaker," you say in a hushed voice. he was, because you chose to sat far enough away from your coworkers that they wouldn't pick up on the conversation... until minho decided to raise his voice. "and now my coworkers think i'm neglectful." you'll explain to them later about the cats, minho's children, that eventually became your kids, too.

"they should, because you are." yet you can hear the way he's chuckling a little, and you know he's softly smiling at how easy you can be to tease. "maybe you'll come see our kids now."

all because you haven't seen him in several days. this past weekend you were off on a friends trip to celebrate one of their birthdays, and work has kept you busy since. the most you've seen of minho is getting to video call with him while he was walking home from work.

you just roll your eyes and smile to yourself. "i'll come there after work," you say. "tell the kids i'll be there."

he chuckles softly to himself: mission accomplished. "i will. travel safely."

[nonranghaes]

heads up! food mentions. also reader doesn't like eating oranges.

"channie?" oh no. you only called chris 'channie' whenever you were about to tease him over something or when you wanted something silly. "would you peel an orange for me?"

he looks up from his laptop, chin resting in his hand as he wonders what you're getting at. he would, but... he knows you. "you don't like oranges."

"i like orange juice!" you pout. "channie... that's not the point."

he fights back a smile--how cute. you're always so cute. "are you hungry?" he closes his laptop, rolling his chair away from his desk and to where you've curled up on the little loveseat in the home office the two of you decorated together--opposite the wall from your own desk. "is that why you're asking?"

you only pout more at him. "you didn't answer the question."

"i'll cut up a peach for you," he says. "or peel some boiled eggs."

and, oh, the cute way you lit up. "you would?"

he finally lets himself crack up with giggles, reaching out to pinch your cheeks, "i've literally done it for you before!"

you end up giggling, too, hands reaching up to bat at his own. "for what it's worth," you say, holding his hands in yours. "i'd peel boiled eggs for you, too... and an orange, if you wanted one."

and maybe he'll hold you to that one day, just to tease you before stealing as many kisses as you'll let him have.

[nonranghaes]

hyunjin's... a little disappointed when he opens your gift to find another pair of sketchbooks waiting for him--one still wrapped in plastic, the other not. but he smiles politely nevertheless, always happy to see you taking his hobbies into account, and looks up with a soft, "thank you. i'll use these the soonest--"

you only smile, though, and suddenly he gets the feeling that you know something he doesn't. chris is already searching for the next gift to hand over to him (jisung's, he thinks is what he said), but he looks down at the sketchbook on top with furrowed brows. when he looks at you again, you just mouth to him, "open it."

he glances down and then to you again. here? in front of everyone? what's the point in opening a blank--

oh.

the first page is a careful recreation of a picture you and hyunjin had felix take of you. there's several pictures the two of you admittedly staged so you could post pretty pictures on your anniversary this year (two years!) to gush over one another, and this one is the two of you sitting on a bench, overlooking the river. he leafs through them and he keeps seeing pictures of himself. all lovingly drawn by you, or painted, or inked. art was what brought the two of you together. but how long...?

changbin's leaning over his shoulder now. "woah... did they do these?"

and hyunjin snaps the sketchbook shut, "stop looking at them." changbin can look later, once hyunjin has seen everything for himself. he sets the filled sketchbook into his lap for safekeeping, and accepts jisung's gift when chris hands it over to him.

hyunjin kisses you once everyone is gone, though, and the two of you are cleaning up what the others missed. "i love you," comes so, so easily from him. it always does, but this time it feels like breathing.

you kiss him back, clumsy and against the corner of his lips. "happy birthday, hyunjin. i love you, too."

[nonranghaes]

felix looks half-asleep by the time he enters your apartment, and you sit up to see if he's there alone. he's not, as chris stands in the open doorway, chuckling to himself before waving and wishing you well before leaving. he drops his bag in the doorway, shuffling out of his shoes and into his house slippers before crossing the living room.

and then he's flopped down onto you, burying his face in your neck as he wraps his arms around you. "missed you," he mumbles, planting a chaste kiss against your skin before cuddling in. "did you miss me?"

you giggle softly, tapping his side a little. he moves back enough for you to wiggle your arms out so that you can hold him. now that you're more comfortable, you pull him back into your embrace and kiss the side of his head. "of course," you say. "did you have a good time?"

"mmhm. you should come next time. mom wanted to see you again." he snuggles in closer to you, warm as ever. "next time she's here, she wants to get lunch."

"with me? or both of us?"

"you," he mumbles. "both of us, too, but mainly you." he chuckles softly to himself, his eyes finding yours in the low light. "i think she likes you more than me."

"well... you know how that feels," you brush back his hair from his eyes. your family loves felix to the point where they're always asking about him and wanting to talk to him when you call home. "but i'd like that." you cup his cheek, and he leans into your touch. "wanna go to bed?"

"yes, please," he pecks your lips. "i slept on the plane, but..." he takes your hand as he's getting up. "i'll unpack in the morning."

you just follow him off of the couch, following after him. "lix?" you say softly, and he turns to you with a sleepy hum. "i'm glad you're home."

he squeezes your hand tighter. even while so sleepy, he gives you a cute smile, and speaks again, "i'm glad you're my home, too."

[nonranghaes]

jeongin stirs awake when he feels you climb into bed beside him. he's already reaching out, moving in to bury his face in the crook of your neck when you push him back. you turn over to face him, and he feels you softly kiss his lips.

"happy birthday," you mumble, nose nuzzling against his own. it earns a smile from him, and you're all too eager to kiss it once more. "sorry to wake you."

he just chuckles, "it's okay," and cuddles in. his forehead presses against your neck, and he wraps his arms around you. "what time is it?"

"... late."

he peeks up and squints at the clock. it's almost two in the morning. what went late? your job? your ride? he'll have to ask later. you wrap your arms around him and hold him close, pressing a kiss against the side of his head. he lifts his head just enough that you can hear him: "good night."

"good night," you murmur back. your fingers are playing with the hair at the back of his neck but growing slower by the second. "i love you."

he pecks your neck one last time before settling in. "love you, too."

[nonranghaes]

"how is the most amazing person in the world doing?"

chris looks up where he's stretched across your couch, scrolling through social media. you're leaning over the couch, gazing at him lovingly, and it takes everything within him to not sink down into his jacket to hide his reddening face. "you can just tell me how you're doing, you know," he says instead.

"hm?" you tilt your head, and then look around. "there's not a mirror in here... who are you talking to?"

he stares at you for a moment. "you're not gonna win this--"

"yes, i am," you giggle, leaning down to peck his lips. "so?"

he slowly begins to sink into his hoodie, pulling his cap down over his face. "... i'm pretty good."

you let out a satisfied hum. "good," you say, reaching down to flick the bill of his cap back up.

chris looks up again a moment later. "and how's my world doing?"

immediately, he sees you turn away out of embarrassment. "nooo..."

"yessss," he reaches out, catching you by the hand. he's evened the scores between the two of you, and that proud smile on his face always warms your heart. "well?"

"... i'm pretty good, too."

[nonranghaes]

chris keeps you secure and warm in his arms as the two of you go on a ghibli marathon. he snuggles in closer, lips pressing against the crook of your neck for the tiniest of pecks before he plans another one further up it--just behind your ear. he cuddles you again, eyelashes brushing against your skin as he lets out this blissful sigh.

"comfy?" you tease a little, and you feel him smile against your skin.

"mmhm," he wraps his arms around you a little tighter, leaning back into the couch even more. "you?"

you squirm just a little to readjust, and relax into him as you enjoy the warmth of his embrace. it becomes just more apparent how badly the two of you needed a cozy, happy movie night like this. "mhm. i'm perfect."

"i know," he giggles. he reaches toward where the blanket has slipped, and carefully readjusts it so that the two of you are nice and snug again. "it's okay if you fall asleep, by the way," he mumbles. "i've got you."

(he falls asleep first anyway. he always does, but you're never far behind when you listen to the sound of his heart beating in his chest. maybe you'll pick the movies back up another day.)

[nonranghaes]

heads up: vent fic

“it’s okay.” chris’s voice is quiet now. you almost don’t hear it over your sniffles. “you can touch me. it’s okay.”

all at once, you break. you step forward and nearly collapse into his arms. yours are wrapped around him immediately and he falls with you to his knees, your legs giving out underneath you as you finally sob into his shoulder. there’s a part of you that’s snarling and wanting to claw out of your skin, to run away and hide, but you don’t. chris’s arms are not a cage, but a warm blanket of comfort to you. his embrace drawing you further into his chest isn’t to muzzle you, but to let you hide in his presence. he is sunlight on a chilly day, a cozy place to nap in the shade, and the guiding moon at night all wrapped into one.

“it’s okay,” he coos, stroking your back as you cry freely. you’re clutching fistfuls of his shirt, as if you’re clinging to him for dear life as you break in his arms. “i’ve got you. you aren’t alone anymore.” he presses the tenderest of kisses just above your ear. “you’re safe.”

and for once, you think you might actually be.

[nonranghaes]

chris buries his face in his hands, hiding his reddening cheeks. “stoooop,” he whines out, “they’re getting too cringe.”

“baby. baby,” you reach out for him, still clutching your phone in one hand, “hey. are you french?”

he peeks at you, dodging any attempt for you to hold him. “i don’t want to know where you’re going with this--”

“because eiffel for you.”

another loud groan of embarrassment while you continue to giggle. “it’s not funny! you’re not funny!”

“you’re turning red!”

“because you’re not funny!”

you continue to scroll through the page, smiling hard enough that your cheeks hurt. “chris. are you a chicken--”

“--stop--”

"because you’re im-peck-able.”

“why do i love you.” he looks up, voice flat, despite how red his neck and ears have become. he buries his face in his hands again, letting out a muffled yell.

“chris... you know what’s on the menu today?”

he looks up, waiting for the awful second part to come.

“me-n-u.”

“i hate you.” he reaches out, pulling you closer. “i hate you,” he repeats, “why are you doing this to me?”

“because,” you giggle, leaning in for a quick peck, “you looooove me.”

... yeah. that’s it. he pulls you in closer, planting a longer kiss against your lips. he looooooves you and your silly pick-up lines.

[nonranghaes]

most days, chris greets you with a single peck on the lips when seeing you again. whether its you getting home later or him coming home to you, he’ll always steal a kiss from you as his way of saying “welcome home.”

except for today, because you’ve chosen death. you had laid down when you got home earlier because work was stressful, and you’d told chris ahead of time. which translates to your way of asking for a little extra affection when he came home. usually that was taking over dinner for you and a massage…

instead, you’ve lost count of how many kisses your boyfriend has given you.

“chriiiiis,” you whine, eyes squeezed shut as he continues to pepper kisses over your entire face.

“shh,” he says, “i’m giving you extra love right now.”

you don’t mind that in the slightest. what you do mind is being crushed underneath him. he plants more kisses against your face until he leans back. he squishes your cheeks so that your lips pucker up and plants an overdramatic kiss against them with a loud ‘mwah!’ before giggling at the way you finally start to laugh.

“there’s my cute baby,” he says, nose crinkling as he smiles hard. you draw him in for another quick kiss on the lips, still giggling back at him, so entirely in love with this dork. he’s so thoroughly pleased with himself when he sees you smiling again, looking as though you feel a little lighter than before. mission accomplished.

… but only after a few more kisses, though.

[nonranghaes]

felix feels your arms wrap around him as you press yourself against his back. he doesn’t look up from the breakfast he’s working on, but stops only long enough to nudge at your arms so he can work more comfortably.

“good morning,” he mumbles, working away. “did you sleep well?”

last night was the first night you’d stayed over at felix’s since you started dating a few months ago. he’d been excited to just cuddle close to you, heart racing at being able to fall asleep next to you alone. it felt like a step forward in your relationship, especially in this sweet sense that you trusted him. enough to fall asleep beside him.

“mmhm…” your hum is dreamy, too soft and warm to be a fully conscious thing. it earns a chuckle from felix.

“still dreaming of me?”

your gentle swat at his side earns another chuckle from him. oh, how is it so adorably easy to tease you when you’re half-asleep? he doesn’t know, but he files it away mentally for future reference.

“are you staying here?” he asks. “like.. right here?”

he feels you slightly lean back, the sound of you stifling a yawn coming a second later. “do you want me to move?”

“you’re fine,” he says. “i like this.”

you let out a blissful sigh as you cuddle back in. “good,” you mumble. “i like this, too.”

[nonranghaes]

minho knows how bad your headaches can get. so when you come in and slowly sit down next to him, crawling closer over the next several minutes, all he does is lift the book he’s reading a little higher for you. without a word, you settle in, resting your head in his lap and shutting your eyes. he shifts the book into one hand, and rests a hand on your head, quietly rubbing in slow, soothing circles onto your scalp.

“another one?” he doesn’t look up, but he listens for your grunt of affirmation. “i’m sorry, honey. did you take medicine?”

“mhm.” you curl up a little closer. “just waiting for it to kick in.”

he glances at the time, before looking down at you. “do you want to take a nap? i’ll lay down with you if you want.”

silence. he continues to massage your scalp with one hand, watching and waiting for an answer. you shake your head a little, settling back in. its cute, he thinks: you’re like a cat. curling up all cozy close to him, soothed by the way he strokes your hair... it’s cute. you always say it helps you feel better, too, so he wordlessly takes care of you every time. no need to ask him to: he takes pride in being able to care for you

“let me know if you change your mind, okay? i’m getting sleepy, too.”

with another hum of affirmation that you hear him, you settle in further, curling up for a little cat nap with his presence to comfort you.

[nonranghaes]

"do you like this?"

chris's head is tilted back into your lap as he sits on the floor in front of you, eyes closed as he finds bliss in the way you're playing with his hair. for a moment, you swear he dozed off, only for him to shift in a too-aware movement that proves you wrong.

"yeah," he says, cuddling in closer. "i don't feel as stressed."

you pause for a moment, fingers still curled into his hair. his beanie is still sitting beside you on the couch, and part of you wants to hide it again. he knows how much you adore his curls, and he always teases you over it by saying he knows where his beanies go when you start hiding them. "so... you're stressed?"

he freezes for a moment, realizing that he's been caught. chris talks to you, sure, but he still has his moments where he tries to take it all on by himself. he lets out a sigh, a tiny smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "i can't deny it now, can i?"

"do you wanna talk about it?"

he shakes his head. "not right now. can you just..?"

you begin to run your fingers through his hair again, watching the way he leans into it. it makes you smile, especially when he relaxes into you again. yet when you stop, you see the tiny way he pouts... only for it to melt as you lean down to peck him on the lips. his nose crinkles as he smiles hard.

"love you," he mumbles, gently squeezing your thigh.

you curl a strand of his hair around your fingers, toying with it idly. "love you, too, channie."

[nonranghaes]

heads up! long distance relationships.

most of the time, you see sleepy minho because you called him in the middle of the night (for him). so when he calls you, you immediately think that something's wrong until you see his dimly lit face, all snuggled up in his blankets. he turns over once you pick up, eyes squinting in the low light.

"hey... everything okay?" you ask after a moment, pressing one of your earbuds further into your ear. you can't hear any of his cats, just the soft whirring of a small fan. "minho?"

"missed you." his voice is laced with sleep and soft, but you can hear it clearly. the sound of blankets shifting around him fills your ears, and he pulls the blankets back in closer. "that's all."

ah. you have sleepy, sappy minho now. sometimes you think you're usually the one who gets all mushy and emotional when you're away from one another for too long (it's always too long, to be fair)... but minho has his moments. always when he's sleepy, though: as if he thinks he needs to hold it together for the both of you. this always happens when the two of you are too busy to video call for a little bit. you smile a little, though, and watch as he runs a hand through his fluffy hair.

"cuddle with soonie."

he whines. "that's not the same." again, he curls up tighter in bed. "just... come see me."

"minho--"

"i know," he says, voice clearer. less asleep. "i just... i want you here. i'm tired of waking up with doongie's ass in my face because he's hungry instead of seeing you."

"i don't think me being there would stop doongie."

another groan. "i just--i miss you. i wanted to see your face again. send me more pictures."

"i will," you promise. "of what?"

"just... you. doing stuff. getting coffee or whatever. i just miss seeing your stupid face." he huffs.

"oh, so now my face is stupid, huh?" you're enjoying teasing him the way he teases you. you've called his handsome face dumb plenty of times, after all, and he always asks what it makes you that you love his dumb face so much.

"if i'm your dummy, you're my dummy," he says a moment later. "that's how this works."

you smile to yourself again, and see the way his eyes light up a little. he loves you. it's always clearest in moments like these: his eyes, the subtle smile he always has, the fact he's calling you in the middle of the night...

"we'll talk about this later, okay?" you say. you can't look at your bank info right now--and you'd rather not make minho look at his when he's like this. "i've gotta go back to work."

he just groans again, clearly annoyed. "just run away."

"don't tempt me." you smile, and blow a kiss at your camera. "we'll figure it out. love you. goodnight."

he mumbles the same, and the last thing you see before you send the call is his sleepy, smiling face.

soon, you promise yourself for the millionth time since you started dating minho. soon you'll figure it all out.

[nonranghaes]

warnings: spider mentions bc writer is terrified and needs to write comfort. this is idol au, btw. (also readers in a polyamorous relationship with both chris and felix, just a heads up)

chris jolts awake when he feels you tugging at his sleeve, barely opening his eyes by the time you speak up.

“christheresahugespidercanyoupleasegogetridofit--”

it’s... a lot. it’s clear that you’re terrified (although his brain hasn’t deciphered what you said yet), and he sits up, reaching out to pull you in. on the other side of the bed, he can feel felix stir from his own slumber--and he hears him stifle a yawn. chris just focuses on you, though, “honey--”

you sniffle, fingers dinging into his arm as you hold him by the forearms, “please go get it before it moves--”

he doesn’t even have to decipher what you said anymore. he knows only one thing gets you this scared, and he gently pulls you in further until you’re actually sitting on the bed. “it’s okay,” he says, “i’ll go catch it. don’t worry,” he presses a kiss onto the crown of your head, getting out of bed. “i won’t come back until it’s gone, okay?”

you nod frantically, and chris mumbles felix’s name to rouse him further. felix turns over, gaze meeting chris’s--although he quickly nods toward you, redirecting the attention--and he understands. he kicks off the blankets, crawling over to you as chris takes his leave as designated-spider-getter.

“it’s okay,” he murmurs softly, drawing you in for a hug. “chris will get it.”

your breath hitches, and felix can feel as you start to cry. it’s a frustrating fear to have--felix knows, as does chris, because you’ve cried to them before about how you wish you could just be normal about those eight-legged little things--and you know that they’re far more afraid of you than you are of them. or, well, that’s what everyone tells you. you haven’t seen a spider have a breakdown because of you, but what do you know?

he holds you, gently tracing hearts on your back as he lets you cry your fears out. felix’s lips press against your softly, just for a second, before he pulls you in again. he draws your face into his shoulder, gently talking you through it. when he finally draws back, once your cries have stifled, he begins searching around.

“where’s bbokari...?” he mumbles. when he and chris are away, the plushies they gave you take their place (... alongside the others, sometimes, but you don’t tell them about that since you’ll never live it down). he moves, patting around until he hears chris come back. “hey,” he calls out, voice raspy with sleep, “do you see bbokari?”

chris stops for a moment with a “hm?” but looks over to your dresser where the group was last assembled. he reaches for the little chick, tossing him over to felix. he returns to bed soon enough after felix moves out of the way, gently guiding you back to the middle of the bed by the arm. he’s pushed bbokari into your arms, and already snuggled in next to you as chris pulls the blankets back over you all.

“it’s okay,” chris presses a kiss against your shoulder. “it’s gone. i took it outside. we’ll protect you, baby.” there’s a teasing lift to his voice, but you know he genuinely means it. 

“mmhm,” felix sounds, planting a soft kiss against your lips. “we’ve got you,” he promises. “alright?”

you snuggle in, both of your boyfriends cuddling in to keep you as safe as they can. it takes you a while to get back to sleep... but it helps to have your silly saviors nearby, always happy to catch and release the spiders and soothe you with as many kisses as it takes.

[nonranghaes]

warnings: food mentions + skinship!

“are you heading out?”

chris doesn’t look up from where he’s lacing up his shoes, his bag set next to him. he’ll be coming back home to you again later tonight, sure, but he’s still got work he needs to do. “yeah, i’ll be back in a bit,” he calls over his shoulder. “won’t be super long, though, so don’t worry about me missing dinner again.” he stands up, pulling his bag over his shoulder, and then he turns... only to see you haven’t come to see him off.

if there’s one thing chris knows (and loves) about you... it’s the fact you like giving him a little ‘goodbye’ kiss when the two of you part for the day. the only thing he thinks you like more than that is greeting him with a kiss when you see him again.

“... jagi?”

“hold on!” you call out, rushing over, and you extend something out to him. he looks down at the bento box you’re holding, only to feel the heat rush to his face at the realization you’d gone out of your way to make something for him. most days, he’s out the door before you’re even awake, but this...

“oh.” he takes it from you. this is new, and he looks from the box to your face. “thank you?”

you rock on your heels. “okay, so maybe i saw another cute lunchbox when i was on my way home from work the other day, and... i dunno, i was packing my lunch last night since i didn’t think i’d feel up to it this morning, and i figured i’d make something for you, too. just so i know you’re eating well.” you pause for a moment, growing more flustered. “is that... weird?”

he shook his head, smiling as he glances back at the box in his hands. you wanted to take care of him... “you didn’t have to do that--”

“i know,” you say. “i wanted to. is that okay?”

he finds himself smiling, and he leans into steal a quick kiss from you. “i’ll return the favor later, then,” he promises, before tucking the box securely into his bag. with another peck against your lips, he makes his way out, calling back his happy “i love you!” as he goes. and he only smiles bigger when you say it back, loud and proud.