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[nonranghaes]

heads up! minor injury, food mentions

vernon smooths a bandage around the side of your palm, fingers lingering there a few extra seconds as he glances up to meet your gaze. “y’know that knife is pretty sharp.”

“vernon.” you know what he’s doing.

he holds his hand up where there’s a bandaid around the tip of his index finger. it has cartoon stars on it, matching the wide bandage you have since you bought the cuter ones to make using them a little nicer. “remember?”

he’s parroting your words back at you from when you patched him up the other day. but you just lean in, kissing where the bandaid is before drawing back. two can play at this game. “i know. i’m a dummy—”

with a playful roll of his eyes, he draws your hand up so he can kiss the bandaged spot on the side of your palm. “my dummy, but sure.” he smiles at you, fingers curling around your hand. “just be careful.”

[nonranghaes]

heads up! husband!jun.

sometimes you think you've married an alarm clock. jun's always been the one who wakes up early, and it's the sound of him coming back to your shared bedroom that rouses you awake. he makes his way over to your side of the bed, reaching out to caress your cheek.

"honey?" he says. "it's time to get up."

you squeeze your eyes shut. "it's saturday. i can sleep in."

he chuckles, endeared by your attempt to get more sleep yet again. "we've already slept in. i thought you wanted to go out for breakfast?"

you just blindly reach through the air until you find his face, and then move to hook an arm around him. "we can go out for brunch instead."

"honey--"

you finally open your eyes, mustering up the best puppy dog eyes you can as you gaze up at him. you wrap your other arm around him, trying to draw him in for some morning snuggling. "come cuddle instead?"

unfortunately for you, jun is immune to your puppy dog eyes now. he just chuckles, leaning in to press a soft kiss against your lips. "i'd say yes, but we still have things to do today." you almost groan because he's right, the two of you planned out the errands you needed to run over dinner last night, but jun just kisses your forehead. "are you tired?"

you nod quietly, deciding to give up the game: work was a little harder than it normally is this week, and you're feeling the effects of that stress now. "a little."

"then rest a little more," jun easily untangles himself from your arms. "okay? i'll go take a shower. you should have just said you were tired," his voice has softened now. your puppy dog eyes might not work on him, but he's always concerned about your well being.

you reach for his hand, drawing it in so you can press a kiss against his knuckles. "i love you." and before he can fully move away, you hold onto his hand tighter. when he looks back, you give him the puppy dog eyes again, tapping at your lips.

he chuckles warmly, and leans in to kiss you one more time, gentle as ever. "good morning."

[nonranghaes]

heads up: mentions of wearing contacts

seungcheol is standing outside of the bathroom when you step out, arms folded across his chest. "who hurt you and what did they say."

it isn't a question, and you're already confused by how suddenly imposing he's become. you sniffle again though the tears are long gone, and he gives you a pointed look--as though your crying gives you away.

"mingyu said you left crying," he says. "who do i need to talk to?"

he's always been protective of you, standing up for you when you're too anxious to do it. but you're still confused. "cheollie, what are you talking about?"

something about him melts a little when you call him cheollie, but he takes a deep breath, squaring back up. he's not cheollie, not when he thinks something is wrong enough that you cry, and you see the way he pushes back on the urge to become all soft and tender with you. "mingyu said you were talking with jeonghan and the others when suddenly you started crying and ran out of the room."

what was he...? oh! the realization hits you all at once, and you almost laugh. "no one hurt me, cheollie."

"i know they can go a little far with their jokes sometimes," he starts to say, taking your face into his hands, "all you have to do is tell them to stop--or tell me, and i can tell them--"

"my contact slipped," you say, resting your hands over his own. "it hurt, so i teared up and booked it to the bathroom so i could fix it."

he stops entirely for a moment, staring at you. a moment later, he's just quiet as he lets out an "... oh." yet when you snort in laughter, he's already pouting. "i was worried about you! are you going to make fun of me for being worried?!"

"a little," you lean in to kiss the corner of his mouth, still giggling as you walk away from him. "gonna tell the others you're so protective you're gonna fight my contacts--"

seungcheol gasps as he rushes after you. "don't--they'll never let me live it down!"

"that's the point!"

[nonranghaes]

heads up! reader is drunk. food mentions.

mingyu doesn't know if this is the cutest he's ever seen you, but he thinks it might be pretty high up there. you're drunk as hell, and he, ever the doting boyfriend, has lovingly brought you back home safely. and now you're babbling to him, curled up on the couch next to him, about anything and everything that comes to mind. it's clear from the way you're cuddling closer to him that you're prepared to doze off any minute, but you've turned to asking about him.

"gyu," you murmur, "did you eat?"

there's a bowl of berries in his hand now, some of which he's been quietly feeding you, and he shakes his head. "i ate earlier, but not recently--"

you pout, and pick up a blueberry before pressing it to his lips. "eat. eat." you whine at him a little. "don't starve, my 'gyu..."

he snorts and it causes you to drop the berry. you watch it fall and roll away underneath the coffee table, and he sees the way your eyes get watery in response. "ah, no, it's okay--"

"my berry..." you're still distracted by it. "gyu... my berry..."

he can't help but crack up again. "it's okay," he says again. "i'll clean it up." he picks up a slice of strawberry, pressing it against your own lips. you eat it quietly, slowly chewing before giving him another blueberry.

this time he eats it before he can make you drop it again, and he thanks you with a little kiss against your fingertips. "i've eaten, honey," he says gently. "you don't have to feed me."

"my berry," you murmur again, looking at him this time. then you smile as if you've come up with something brilliant, and lean forward to peck the tip of his nose. "you're my silly gooseberry, mingyu."

and he rolls his eyes, snickering again as he sets the bowl aside. "you're my berry, too," he wraps an arm around you, pulling you to your feet. even with you giggling, he starts to escort you to bed. "let's go get some rest. i'll make you breakfast in the morning."

[nonranghaes]

"you made these...?"

mingyu can't stop staring at the box of cinnamon rolls, face heating up. from scratch? you hadn't really admit it at first until he asked where you got them, and now... the thought's really sinking in. you made these for him? for him? why him?

you nod. "from scratch," you affirm again. he's repeated the sentence twice now, still floored. "if they're not good, you can throw them away--i don't mind. don't force yourself to eat them or anything--"

he's already taking one out and taking a bite, and immediately he tastes the love first and the sweetness of cinnamon and sugar and cream cheese frosting second. how many batches have you made? how long did it take you to perfect this? and why would you spend your time making it for him...?

"they're perfect--" he says, although it's through a mouthful of cinnamon roll. he apologizes immediately, swallowing the bite. "they're delicious. you really made these for me?"

you nod again. sheepish as can be, you make some excuse about going grocery shopping as you take off down the hall. mingyu pushes the door shut with his shoulder, and trails back into the apartment. seokmin and minghao look up from their drama.

"the neighbor again?" minghao already knows immediately. mingyu nods, and minghao continues on, "what is it this time?"

"nothing." he closes the box. where can he hide these? no one else gets to have them. normally, mingyu would share... but something in him wants to be possessive. no sharing these. not when you looked so cute giving them to him.

seokmin's casual as can be: "it smells good--"

"it's not. don't eat them." he pushes them onto the top of the fridge. "okay?" he's already grabbing his keys and his wallet.

minghao leans over the arm of the couch as he watches mingyu slip into his shoes. "where are you going now?"

mingyu's eyes are twinkling when he looks up. "grocery store. i'm making dinner tonight. i'll be back!"

the door shuts. the two share a look. maybe neither of them will win the bet if the two of you continue to be oblivious like this.

[nonranghaes]

heads up! more stardew. mentions of wonwoo and mc having a child in-game. also mentions of in-game food.

"oh my god."

wonwoo looks up to where you're sitting at the other end of the couch. he had immediately decided to head out of your little shared home in the game while you managed some of the more artisan-related things that needed to be done--putting strawberries into preserves jars, setting up another round of coffee to be made into triple espresso.

"wonwoo." you look up over the edge of your laptop. "our son is crawling."

wonwoo finds himself smiling. is that it? you're so soft over your little bundle of pixels. regardless of whether kids will pop up into your real future, the two of you had wanted to nab that full house achievement. so little soonyoung (there's a small story there as to why he's named after wonwoo's friend which can mainly be boiled down into soonyoung joking about it and you going 'alright, bet') has finally reached the crawling stage of his virtual life. it's cute to see you so excited over it, though: wonwoo thinks its because of how much you two joke about "little baby soonyoung" growing up to be just like his namesake once he can walk.

"honey?" wonwoo's smiling to himself. "he'll be big enough to get a hat soon."

immediately, your head jerks back up. "we're moving to the islands. we have to get him that tiger hat."

it earns a warm laugh from him, and he settles in to his half of the couch. "then we're on the same page. i'll meet you at the docks, honey."

[nonranghaes]

wonwoo lights up in delight as he sees you walk into the kitchen, and immediately is calling out to you when you start to walk away. when you turn, he's holding up his phone, smiling to himself.

"cute." he chuckles to himself. "you look nice."

you roll your eyes. so maybe you look presentable from the waist-up, having changed into a nice shirt so that you could record yourself doing a presentation for your class. this is the exact shit you'd do if you worked from home, too: nice shirt, but still wearing your cozy pajama pants where no one can see it on camera.

"can you turn around?" his eyes crinkle a little when he giggles to himself.

so you throw your arms out, giving him a slow turn so he can take in the entire look. he has a matching pair of pajama pants because they were part of your christmas gift to him, covered entirely in little cats. maybe he'll get them out of the laundry to surprise you when you come back out.

you cross the room after he lowers his phone, leaning in to steal a quick kiss from him. "do you have our daughter?"

wonwoo glances over to where the cat is curled up in her little pet bed for once, snoozing away. "i'll distract her if she starts looking for you," he promises. before you can move too far away from him, he reaches forward to draw you back in for another kiss, longer this time. "i mean it, though. you look nice. you've got this."

he's sweet, and he knows you well enough to know any presentation is going to give you anxiety. "thank you," you say, and draw away from him. with a heavy sigh, you take a few steps back. "time to get this over with."

he's definitely changing into the cat pajama pants when you shut that door.

[nonranghaes]

"mingyu," you don't look up from the bottle in your hands, "can i have your hand?"

he also doesn't look up. he just shifts his phone into his other hand, the one farther from you, letting you position it as you need. a second later, he feels the cold, wet feeling of nail polish as you start with his thumbnail. "what color today?"

you hold up your hand where your nails have already dried. "dark blue," you say, and he lifts his head to see. it's dark, but he can still see the color sparkling when the light hits it just right. "it's nice, right?"

he just smiles to himself, continuing to scroll through his phone. as long as we're matching, he wants to say. but he knows you'll give him that cheeky grin and tease him.

maybe he'll say it anyway and kiss that smile later.

[nonranghaes]

when joshua opens the door, you're soaking wet from the rain. his eyes bulge at the sight of you--the pounding at his door already had put a spring in his step--but he's quick to turn on his heel and rush to the bathroom. when he comes back, you're only a step closer. not quite inside his apartment, but not lingering out in the hallway.

he throws the towel around you, already working to dry you off. "you could have called me to give you a ride--"

"i love you."

immediately, he freezes. "you... what?"

you push the towel back from your face, peeking up from the floor to look at his face. "i love you?" you pause. "remember what you said after my last breakup?"

that was months ago, but he does. one day you would be wholeheartedly loved by someone and you would love them, too, and they'd be the luckiest person in the world. and now you're standing in front of him, soaked to the bone, as you smile at him like you've won the lottery.

you poke the center of his chest. "don't try to get out of this, hong. jeonghan already told me you feel the same way when he told me to 'get over myself' and confess."

"i'm not," he chuckles, and he's back to drying you off. "i'm not saying it back, though."

you blink. "huh?"

"take me out to dinner first," he chuckles. "and then i'll say it."

it earns a giggle from you. "i'll hold you to it."

[nonranghaes]

joshua's a little too focused on the way you're washing his hair now, head leaned back over the sink as you work. sure, the way you're looking at him now with your nose crinkled in disgust isn't the ideal way for you to look at him... but the feeling of your fingers in his hair makes up for it.

"what the hell was wrong with jeonghan?" you frown to yourself. "i mean, how hard is it to not spill half a milkshake on someone's head...?"

joshua knows exactly what happened and he refuses to give that up. he saw the thumbs up jeonghan gave him when you got worked up, offering to help him wash it out of his hair. it was... nice to be the center of attention, too, as you wiped off whatever dripped onto his face and clothes. this is jeonghan's way of giving the two of you alone time, which is weird as hell, but... he can't complain about spending time with you.

"i guess he slipped."

you hum a little, fingers running through his hair again. all he can think about is that and the fact you're using your shampoo for him. it's nice. a part of him really likes smelling like you, even if the scent won't last forever.

it's weird, though: the other day, jeonghan kept going on about how tired he was of having friends who were 'kind of dumb' about their feelings. and now jeonghan's dumping the rest of his milkshake on his head and pushing for you to help clean him up--

"oh my god." he nearly jerks up as you're pressing the sprayer against his scalp.

"shit, is it too hot?" you pull it back to test it on your own hand. "fuck, shua, i'm--"

"you're in love with me."

you stop what you're doing, staring at him. "what?"

fucking leave it to jeonghan to figure it all out and set this scene in motion in his own way. he's probably still downstairs, laughing with seungcheol at how stupid both you and joshua are to not have picked up on it sooner.

joshua shuts his eyes. "oh my god. we're so fucking dumb."

you don't move at all. then, a second later, he feels water running over his scalp. "so... you're...?"

"yeah." he opens his eyes a moment later. "for a while, yeah."

at first, you don't say anything back to him. you just continue to wash the shampoo out of his hair, and he lives for your touch right now. you're so careful not to tug too hard at his hair, just snaking your fingers through it as you ensure you've washed all of the suds out.

"you wanna officially ditch them, then?" you ask after a moment. "once your hair is dry? we could, i dunno, go to a mall. maybe share a pretzel. maybe catch a movie?"

and he just laughs, so endeared to you. "i'd love that."

[nonranghaes]

this is the most disgusting thing minghao has seen.

he can't even fight the grimace on his face, and it's sending seokmin into giggles next to him. but who can blame him? he's been watching you and mingyu flirt with each other for months without realizing that it's a real, mutual thing. and now mingyu has his palm pressed against your own, comparing your hand sizes with this stupid twinkle in his eyes. what the hell is he watching? why the hell is he forced to see this? why him? the two of you are completely oblivious right now--meaning he has a moment to recover--but he can't stop staring at this.

"stop!" seokmin whispers, still snickering as he elbows him. "he's going to notice."

he hides his grimace with a long sip of his tea, turning away to look at seokmin again. "they're so oblivious." he's beyond disbelief. this long? this long and neither of you have actually done something?

mingyu reaches for the smoothie that's sitting next to you, and seokmin's already smacking minghao's arm to look, look, he's gonna do it--he's gonna drink it by accident--and minghao rolls his eyes.

"mingyu," he says as mingyu grabs the smoothie, already going to take a sip. "that's not yours."

mingyu raises his brows, already closing his lips around it. "hm?"

minghao's head drops back for a minute as he sighs in frustration. "that's their drink."

neither of you seem bothered by the fact, and the gears are turning. your palm is still pressed against mingyu's, and you flex your fingers, his following with ease. "it's fine. besides..." your fingers intertwine with mingyu's all too easily, and minghao fully realizes he's the dumbass when he sees the tender look in mingyu's eyes. "we're not the oblivious ones here."

seokmin gasps, and again, he's slapping minghao's arm. "when did you--"

"months ago," mingyu says, reaching over to steal a cookie from you. he chuckles, glancing away from you for a moment. "it took you two long enough." he looks at you, smiling softly. "i told you they wouldn't figure it out."

you giggle, "yes, yes, i know. you're the super smart one and i'm the hot, silly one--"

correction: this, mingyu in love, is the most disgusting(ly cute, kinda) thing he's ever seen.

[nonranghaes]

heads up! model!joshua au :)

when did joshua lose you?

he's used to the heavy crowds in the mall around this time, but usually there's a simple solution to this (holding your hand). and yet at some point, you let go of his hand to grab your phone, and then... poof. he cranes his neck, trying to catch a glimpse of you. hopefully you've done what he did and stepped aside to locate him. he's sent off a quick text to try and find you, and yet...

oh.

there you are. you're not that far away, but he has to weave through people to get back to where you're standing outside of a store, staring inside at a perfume ad. of course you're distracted by his face of all things, lips slightly parted as you just admire him for a moment. he's holding a pretty perfume bottle in his hand, smiling out at the viewer with this doe-eyed look on his face. it's all to entice them to buy the perfume, but you're just softly smiling to yourself as you gaze at him.

"i'm right here," he leans in to whisper when close enough, and he chuckles when you jump. "sorry. i mean it, though. you've got me."

you avert your gaze, already so cutely flustered. "i know, but..." you take the tiniest step toward the store's entrance. "i just... i need a minute."

he chuckles to himself, adjusting his sunglasses as he watches you immediately head over to the bottles that he once held for the perfume ad. this is his first big modeling thing, and you're already glowing with pride and finding ways to support him. you're in and out as quick as you can be, and he says nothing as you slip your hand back into his, now carting another little paper bag filled with tissue paper to cushion the glass bottle. do you even like the scent? he'll find out in time if it becomes yours.

he just holds your hand a little bit tighter, smiling to himself. god, you're cute.

[nonranghaes]

heads up! food mentions + mentions of being engaged/marriage in future

when mingyu's name pops up on your phone, you aren't surprised int he slightest. you know your fiance well enough to know that he's about to complain, too: its your day off. you shouldn't be getting up early to dote on him, even though its his day. so you swipe a finger across the screen and continue to cook your own lunch.

"happy birthday--"

"you peeled the eggs..." oh, how you can hear how hard he's pouting at you right now. "honey, you didn't have to..."

you snort, not even bothering to fight back a smile. you're alone (save for the puppy that keeps pressing her little cold nose against your ankles every so often), you don't have to hide how amused your pouty boyfriend makes you. "it's your birthday," you say, "i had to."

"the entire lunch is cute, though!" you have to wonder if he's complaining at his desk or if he stepped out. it's not like his coworkers don't know how pouty he gets when it comes to you spoiling him (the same way they know you're the same way when he spoils you). he sighs a moment later, settling into a comfortable sense of bliss. "you're too sweet to me..."

"mingyu, you literally whipped up something far fancier for my birthday." you catch yourself pouting. "did you see my note?"

"of course i saw your note!" you nearly laugh this time. this man is definitely pouting still, and you think you heard wonwoo's deep chuckle. "it was cute, too..."

you hear him moving, though, and the sound of a door opening and closing a moment later.

"i'm still going out with the guys after work, but..."

"but?" you're smiling.

a quiet groan. "do i have to say it? it feels mean to say it." when you don't respond, he sighs. "i wish i was coming home to you."

all you can do is snort in laughter. how cute. tall and handsome as he is, he's still the sweetest man you've ever been with. "i'll still be here later," you say. "happy birthday, my mingyu."

he's quiet for a minute. "can you say what you wrote down?" you can only imagine how those pretty eyes would be twinkling at you right now, that handsome smile... "please?"

you smile to yourself, and straighten up. "happy birthday, my soon-to-be husband. i can't wait to marry you."

he lets out this blissful sigh, and you hear the sound of him hitting the wall with his back or shoulder--nothing too hard, but enough to tell you that you've made him weak in the knees. "i love you," he says after a moment. "i can't wait to marry you, too."

[nonranghaes]

[happy birthday @thepixelelf ily!!]

"oh, right--" seungcheol pushes your legs off from where you've draped them over his lap. "i bought something for you. let me get it."

you shoot him a curious look as he's getting up. he bought something else for you? he's already spoiled you a lot today between the cute novelty earrings he found for you and the dinner he treated you to... what else could he possibly be hiding now? right as you go to lovingly nag him, he disappears into your bedroom and tells you to just let him spoil you while he's here.

and then when he comes back, its with a bag he must have stashed there earlier when you weren't looking. he hands it over to you, smiling as he parks himself on the couch. "happy birthday," he says for maybe the millionth time today. when you don't move to open it quite yet, he nods toward it. "look and see! you'll like it, i promise."

you push through the tissue paper to find a soft, brown bear plushie dressed in gingham overalls and a sweater that has a cherry pattern on it. when you look up, he's already holding out his phone to reveal a picture of himself with an identical one--although this one is wearing a sweater of your favorite color underneath its overalls.

"i was only going to buy one for you, but i felt bad separating them," he admits, cheeks already turning red as he averts his gaze. he meets your eyes a moment later though, those cute dimples showing as he smiles at you. "so? is this too much?"

"nope." you just lean in to kiss one of those dimples. "you're such a dork."

and he complains, because he's your seungcheol who always complains a little when you tease him, but he knows its true. he's your soft, loving dork just as much as you're his.

[nonranghaes]

"i think you could do it," seungkwan says to you in a quiet voice. he steals one more glance at joshua, who is talking to seokmin by the pool, and then looks at you. "he won't expect it if it's you."

seungkwan's been itching to get revenge on your boyfriend for the past few times he's shoved him into the pool. it always happens at least once each summer, if not more--this is just the first time you've been invited to the beach house with joshua and his friends (since jeonghan was bringing his girlfriend). when you asked the other three about it, jeonghan had told you he had footage of some of the previous times. every year, seungkwan tries to push him, and every year, joshua manages to shove seungkwan in instead.

"you think?" you look at seungkwan again. you're leaving your phone with him to record it, and everything else is up in the room you're sharing with joshua. so if you get into seungkwan's position... no major losses. "i dunno."

"he won't!" he pauses, glancing over to where joshua is nodding along. they're discussing the groceries they need to get in a few hours and how to divide the list up evenly among themselves and jihoon since they drew the short straws this time. "you just have to run up and push him."

okay. easier said than done, but you nod, quietly getting up. you turn to seungkwan. "just this once," you say to him. "he'll never fall for it again."

the moment seokmin leans back away from him, you take off running. he sees you before joshua does, and you see the way seokmin immediately side-steps to get away from whatever is about to happen. yet the moment you lay hands on joshua, he's grabbed you by the arms and is yanking you backwards with him. he hits the water first, sending up a huge splash around the two of you as you shriek and immediately get a mouthful of chlorinated water. when you resurface with him, he's cackling and wrapping his arms around you.

"you're turning them against me?!" he yells out to seungkwan, who's sitting there, mouth open. "seungkwan!" joshua pulls you with him as he starts to move toward the steps.

and seungkwan immediately takes off, yelling back his apologies as he goes to (according to him) get towels for the both of you. joshua stops moving, and just hugs you tighter against his chest.

"i saw you two plotting, y'know," he whispers. "you're so obvious."

you manage to turn around to face him, pouting. "you didn't have to pull me in."

"yes, i did." he grins at you, and kisses your forehead. "it's cute, though. but next time you try it, i'm pushing you in alone." when you roll your eyes, he just lowers his voice. "... wanna get seungkwan when he comes back?"

... you just might, actually.

[nonranghaes]

"you're getting water everywhere!"

mingyu giggles like the cute pain in the ass he is, and the jerk of his head is enough to splatter more water around your bathroom. he's like a dog in the way he shakes out his hair, and you recoil back in slight disgust at how wet your shirt is getting. the two of you have washed bobpul before after she got into mud during a walk when you were visiting mingyu's family, but now you swear mingyu's worse.

"mingyu!" you huff. "you asked for this and now you can't be still--"

"no, no, i'll calm down," he promises, catching one of your hands in his own. he presses a kiss to your knuckles. "i was ticklish. i'll behave, i promise."

with a roll of your eyes, you reach over him to grab his shampoo, only for him to quickly knock it away. it lands in the tub, sending up water at the two of you, and he gives you a cheeky grin.

"not that one." he reaches for your bottle, holding it up with a little shake as if to show it off. "this one."

with a roll of your eyes, you pop it open. turning the bottle over to squeeze some of your shampoo into your palm, you let out the patient sigh of someone who knows mingyu this well. yet you still adore your partner, silly as he is. "you're buying me more, then."

"done." he looks up at you, eyes twinkling. "i love you."

"yeah, yeah, so you say," you roll your eyes. but then you catch how he pouts at you, and you lean over to peck his lips quickly. "i love you, too, dork."