#nonranghaes.thoughts

[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.”

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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."

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"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.

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"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]

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]

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."

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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.

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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."

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"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.

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"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."

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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."

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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.)

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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."