#taeyong drabbles

[princesstaeille]

Ob(li)vious

summary: taeyong is a really sweet guy, fun-loving, and a treat to be around. he gets along with everyone, everyone who isn’t you. you’re determined to change that.

pairing(s): taeyong x f!reader

genre(s): office!au, fluff, angst

warning(s): miscommunication, self-esteem issues (pls let me know if there are more)

wc: 3.7k

notes: this one goes out to all my rbf girlies ;-;. also inspired by this post. if you enjoyed reading, pls like/reblog and comment! thank you xxx

Taeyong looks away from his computer and at the stack of papers that landed on his desk with a startling thwack. His gaze trails from the documents to the woman who stares down at him firmly, jaw set, and lips pinched into a tight line.

“I finished the report for you since you hadn’t gotten around to it yet.” You say. “It’s due tomorrow, in case you forgot.”

You tell Taeyong this in the most nonchalant tone you can muster, ignoring the warm sensation in your face that almost feels like burning and the overall spiking body temperature that makes you wonder if someone decided to turn on the heat. You want to play it cool. Be the friendly, outgoing coworker who completes favors for others without prompting and brings a smile to another’s face, much like Taeyong himself. You want to give him that same kind of feeling that he gives to everyone else so badly, but you can’t help but narrow your eyes at him when he begins to…shake?

What? Why is he shaking?

“S-sorry, I must’ve forgotten.”

Sorry? That isn’t what you want to hear. You want to hear him thank you and gaze at you with gratitude sparkling in his eyes and that same sweet little smile he wears when he jokes with others in the break room. But you get an apology instead and no eye contact, and why is he shaking?!

Taeyong’s trembling only seems to worsen, and he looks at you wide with those big brown boba eyes. His mouth opens and shuts as he searches for a reply. “I-I guess I had too much coffee this morning, haha,” he eventually stutters and tries to smile, but all that results is a flimsy grimace.

Shoot. You didn’t mean to say that out loud, much less shout at him. But your gaze hardens as you watch his hands tremble, and you scoff, crossing your arms tightly around yourself as you return to your desk.

Stupid coffee.

“Uh oh, someone’s upset.”

You look up at Jihyo as she sets her lunch down beside you. Joy sits across from the two of you and nods in agreement. They look at you expectantly.

Heaving a sigh, you lift your head out of your arms and sit up completely. “It’s,” you pause and scan the cafeteria for wandering ears before looking back at Jihyo and Joy, “it’s Bubble Tea.”

“Again?” Joy asks and rolls her eyes, “I told you to just talk to him.”

You glare at her suggestion. “You say that like it’s so easy, but every time I try, he acts as if he’s seen a hideous troll and starts quivering in his boots.”

Jihyo snorts and takes a bite into her sandwich while watching you and Joy bicker. She notices how the scowl on your lips stretches, and your brows grow close. She wonders for a second whether she should separate the two of you before you can get any hits on each other. Then it dawns on her.

“Your face is the problem!”

“Excuse you?!”

Joy cackles.

Jihyo clears her throat and shakes her head. “Not like you’re ugly. You’re just…stern.”

“Mean.” Joy teases, and you glare at her once more.

“Your strong will physically shows itself. You have an assertive face.” Jihyo says proudly.

“You have RBF.” Joy clarifies.

“Okay…what should I do then?”

Joy perks up and claps her hands excitedly. “Dye your hair. Purple. Or blue.”

“Maybe change up your style. Wear something cute.” Jihyo suggests.

A frown settles on your lips as you study your current outfit. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing now?”

“It’s just so…serious. Like you mean business.”

“We work in an office.”

“And?”

You shake your head and steal a chip from Jihyo’s lunch, popping it into your mouth and ignoring her offended gasp. “I don’t think I’ll do that…it’s too much. I want him to like me, not me with purple hair and a new wardrobe.”

Both of them nod understandingly. “Of course,” Jihyo begins, “no point in chasing after someone who doesn’t want you as is.”

“Exactly. Don’t settle for a man who can’t handle your ‘assertive’ facial expressions! Bubble Tea’ll come around if he knows what’s good for him.” Joy winks.

The next day passes quicker than expected, and you already find yourself parting ways with Jihyo and Joy as you walk back to the main office. There are still a few minutes left of lunch, which explains why you see some of your coworkers huddled around Taeyong’s desk.

You hear a few murmurs and giggles that interrupt them and slowly approach the group to see what the fuss is about. 

“So she’s completely oblivious. Just humming to herself as she gets ready to ski. Meanwhile, a massive grizzly bear,” Taeyong pauses and spreads his arms wide, “is just chasing her down, and she has no clue.” 

Everyone laughs in disbelief, and they match Taeyong’s wide-eyed look. 

You observe quietly, basking in the warm, carefree atmosphere from a few feet away. Then you remember a scene from the drama you watched last night, the one where the girl tells the guy a joke that’s entirely too cheesy. Still, he laughs anyway and looks down at her endearingly. Your heart skips a beat at the thought of the same happening to you.

So, you clear your throat and gain everyone’s attention. “Good thing it wasn’t a polar bear,” you say with a smile, “otherwise we’d be hearing this story on the news, haha.”

Crickets.

The smile on your lips falters when you’re met with silence and your coworkers’ looks that call you crazy. Guess they didn’t find it as funny as you did. You glance at Taeyong to gauge his reaction, but he acts like you’re not there, visibly tense and avoiding your gaze.

So, you go back to your desk.

Silence greets you as you walk through your apartment door, cold and lonely as always. You kick off your shoes and leave them strewn messily by the door, throwing your work bag down somewhere near them before making a tired stumble to the kitchen. 

It’s like muscle memory. Reach into the freezer and grab a meal (doesn’t matter which), rip off the cardboard seal and slit (or aggressively stab) the plastic film, and throw it in the mic for five minutes while you wrestle your way out of your white button-up and black high-waisted pants that are a bit too tight but make your legs look nice. 

You turn the TV to channel five, RV News with anchorwoman Bae Joohyun, and sit on the sofa with the piping hot tray in your lap, struggling to maneuver it so it won’t burn your thighs. You eat and stare at the raven-haired anchorwoman speaking about another corner store robbery gone wrong in that gentle honey voice of hers. She drones on about how the perpetrator used a water gun to intimidate the cashier. Still, you’re hardly listening as you wonder how someone can look so flawless, even on your grainy and broken 1986 Panasonic TV. Even the static fuzz that manages to peek through barely obstructs RV News anchorwoman Bae Joohyun’s ethereal beauty, and you wonder if she’s wearing a wig, hair so perfect with not a strand out of place. You wonder where she bought that lip tint as your teeth snag onto your own.

 Your dinner goes cold, but you don’t notice when you lock eyes with the Kokubu Yurie poster that hangs above your bed. You wonder, as you admire her soft gaze and stylish flare in that red, oversized blazer, you wonder if a sweet song and magical electric guitar riff is what’ll get Taeyong to look at you and finally sweep you off your feet like in all those cheesy dramas you love to watch.

The food in your mouth turns to a sandpapery mush. You sit and wonder if you could cook—if you could make a hot meal, fresh from the oven and not a grocery shelf—if the smell of a home-cooked meal made with love is enough to lead Taeyong to you. 

You wonder if you were more like all the leads in your favorite romances—timid, passive, unassuming—if you had a special twinkle in your eye or softer hair or a prettier smile, if that’s what it takes to enchant him like all the others. The food goes down your throat like gravel. You lose your appetite.

With a heavy sigh, you trudge your way through your bedtime routine and lie down, dreaming of a world where Taeyong doesn’t look at you like a deer in headlights.

Apprehensive eyes stare back at you as you study your appearance from your rearview mirror. Actually, those eyes stare at the bow clipped in your hair that you rummaged through your closet for; you weren’t even sure you had it. It’s a light peach bow, petite, with a white pearl at its center. It was cute enough, you decided at 5 AM when you were really contemplating buying box dye, but it was late and cold and you didn’t feel like getting robbed at water gunpoint, so you had to settle.

Your eyes flit to your lips, which are covered in a shimmery, sheer pink gloss you also found in your closet. You have to tell yourself multiple times not to chew on your lips, but at least they taste like strawberries.

You will away the uncertainty your reflection carries and sternly tell the knot in your stomach to unravel itself. Maybe this isn’t your usual look, but there’s nothing wrong with trying something new. You have nothing to lose, you think with firm resolve. But your fingers still tremble slightly as they smooth out the wrinkles in your outfit and reach for the car handle when you finally force yourself to walk into work.

Once you’re inside, you make a beeline for the break room. You can’t cook, but you can make a mean cup of tea, which has to count for something. The sweet scent of orange and honey wafts into the air once you lift the lid from the cup after steeping, and, with a satisfied smile, you march over to Taeyong’s desk.

You set the cup down and then straighten up. Your proud smile leaves you. You don’t want to be too obvious. “This should help with your shaking,” you state, then awkwardly add, “it’s my favorite.”

Taeyong’s eyes switch between you and the steaming tea beside him, wide with surprise. “Oh..! Thanks..?” He gingerly picks up the cup and takes a cautious sip.

You don’t mean to stare in anticipation, watching his every move, from how his fingers curl around the cup to how his tongue darts out to lick up any stray drops of tea. For a split second, you think you might’ve seen the corners of his mouth twitch upward, but you mistake it for a tremor. 

Taeyong pales at the sight of your clenched fist.

“Drink it all.” You demand, pointing firmly at the cup in his hands.

“Yes—yes, ma’am.” 

You ignore the crack in his voice as you stalk back to your desk. 

The day goes as usual: you finish some paperwork, send out a few emails, and take a few not-so-subtle glances at Taeyong over your bulky computer screen. You’re shocked when you make eye contact a few times, though he always looks away as soon as you do, eyes blown wide like a little doe. But you note that he finished the tea. All of it.

Soon, 7 PM rolls around, and you’re ready to clock out. RV News anchorwoman Bae Joohyun is waiting for you on channel five. You gather all your belongings and sling your work bag over your shoulder with a small sigh. The lights in the office are dim; most people have already left for home, but you stayed a bit longer to tie up some loose ends. You think you’re the only one still in the office until you notice a warm light coming from one of the desks across from you. 

Taeyong’s desk.

Biting the inside of your cheek only does so much to keep you from imagining this as a perfect moment from a romance drama starring you. You could stay and offer to help, get closer to the guy you’ve been after all this time, and finally have a chat, maybe exchange numbers! Or, you could go home and snuggle up in bed where Kokubu Yurie, your stuffed animals, and RV News anchorwoman Bae Joohyun wait listlessly to hear you complain about events that are unlikely to occur between you and your office crush, effectively saving you from any embarrassment and ultimately leaving you wondering ‘what if?’

“Hey, um…” you clear your throat as you approach Taeyong’s desk. “Need any help?”

His brown eyes look up at you briefly before returning to the hefty stack of papers before him, and he quickly shakes his head. “Oh, no! I–I got it, you don’t need to—to waste your time—”

Taeyong shuts up when an annoyed huff leaves your lips as you reach over to grab half the stack of papers. 

“I’m doing this half.” You say in a tone that leaves no room for argument, and all Taeyong can do is nod dumbly.

It’s mindless work, and the two of you complete it in silence, slowly whittling down the stack. You barely even notice how you sit beside each other, only a shoulder apart. 

“Hey.” You nudge Taeyong’s shin with the tip of your shoe. “Do you have a sticky note? One of the pages is missing.” You frown.

He doesn’t look up from his stack when he wordlessly hands you a stack of sticky notes. Cinnamoroll-themed sticky notes.

At first, you’re confused. Are…are these his? Did someone give them to him, like a child, or did he buy them with his own money? Your mouth gapes a little, but you're speechless. You draw a blank while the white, chubby puppy stares back at you.

“This…this is so cute.” You laugh, using your hand to cover the smile that spreads across your face. But then you notice the pen, the matching pen. “Oh my god, it writes in blue glitter ink…”

Taeyong glances up from the paper he’s scanning when he sees your shoulders shake from the corner of his eye. He initially thinks you’re crying, and his eyes fill with panic. But then he catches a glimpse of your upturned lips, and his breath hitches.

“...woah.”

“Hm?”

Taeyong finds himself smiling a bit, too. “I just…I don’t think I’ve ever seen you do that before.”

You stare back at him with a bemused smile and tilt your head. Never seen you do what before? You stop writing on the sticky note when you realize what he means. He’s never seen you smile before or laugh. He’s never seen you express joy. Your smile quickly drops.

What did he think you were? A soulless monster?

A stern glare replaces any softness left in your gaze as you stare down Taeyong’s paling form.

You both go back to working in silence.

It’s close to 9 PM when you and Taeyong finish the paperwork. You stand up from your seat and get in a much-needed shoulder stretch, dreaming of your soft pillow waiting for you at home. Your eyes wander over to Taeyong, who quietly gathers his things and walks toward the elevator. You follow not too far behind.

There’s still an awkward silence that hovers as the two of you enter the elevator, but you don’t mind it much. You spent a whole two hours with Taeyong, just the two of you. Sure, you were completing some tedious and, quite frankly, pointless paperwork that no one else would read. Still, it’s the fact that you both were in a room alone together. In the dark. At night. Together.

You squeal, jump, and dance around your mind like a little schoolgirl, rocking back and forth on your heels. You don’t notice that, in reality, you’re burning a hole into the walls with the intensity of your glare.

And now, you think dreamily, you’re on the elevator together, heading home. Would you hold hands? Would he offer to drive you to your apartment? Would you, maybe…kiss?

All these questions run through your mind one after the other, and you suppress the urge to squeal aloud. You lean over and peer at Taeyong with a small smile when you notice…that he’s huddled in the corner opposite of you. His eyes are glued to the wall beside him as if it’s the most marvelous thing in the world, and he refuses to look at you.

So, no kiss.

“Do you really find me that unattractive?” You note how he immediately flinches at the sound of your voice, and something inside you breaks.

“...what?”

“You won’t even look at me. Am I that ugly?”

The question prompts Taeyong to reluctantly acknowledge your presence. His brows furrow.

A humorless laugh escapes you as you shift from foot to foot. “I’ve…I’ve been trying to get your attention.” You speak with an exasperated sigh and nervous swallow, “I really like you and thought I was being pretty obvious, but you always cower in fear whenever I walk into the room.” You laugh again weakly, this time at how desperate you sound.

Taeyong resembles a fish out of water, mouth opening and closing as he searches for a reply. “I—I thought you hated me.”

 “Is that why you thought I couldn’t laugh or smile?” You ask defensively.

“Not around me, no.”

“...oh.

I don’t. Hate you, I mean. I really don’t.”

The silence returns, more palpable now, and you can’t help but feel a little stupid. The elevator ding! interrupts your thoughts of self-pity, signaling that you’ve reached the first floor.

The doors slowly open, and Taeyong moves to leave first, but he stops in the doorway and, without glancing back, quietly wishes you “good night.”

You catch your reflection in the closing elevator doors. Your eyes drift to the bow in your hair and the gloss on your lips, and you deflate with a sigh.

Crabby, red eyes glare back at you from your rearview mirror. This time, there’s no petite, light peach bow in your hair for your eyes to fiddle with. You kept the pink gloss, though. You look cute wearing it.

 With your jaw set and lips pinched into a tight line, your so-called ‘RBF’ is so strong that you intimidate yourself a little. At least your scowl tastes like strawberries.

When you walk into the office, you decide you won’t bother with Taeyong anymore. You sit down at your desk and get to work. It’s pointless to keep up with this childish crush, you tell yourself. You also didn’t see him at his desk and wouldn’t be surprised if he quit because of you, not that you cared.

You reach for your cup of tea and let the sweet smell waft into your nose, humming in delight as you take a sip.

Wait.

You didn’t make this.

Taeyong looks away just as your eyes flit up to look at him. He coughs and frowns as if remembering something, then meets your gaze with a sheepish smile.

“Thought I’d return the favor,” he says with a slight shrug. “Also, you’re right. This flavor’s pretty good.”

Once again, you’re speechless. You have to remember to swallow the tea in your mouth before letting your jaw drop because Taeyong, the same guy who tried merging with the elevator wall out of his fear of you, is smiling at you. Is speaking to you without shaking.

And his smile only grows at the sight of your dumbfounded expression. He leaves you there, dazed, and walks away with a chuckle.

Jihyo takes a bite from her salad and chews slowly, eyes locked on you in deep concentration. She watches as you quietly hum to yourself. It's probably another city pop song. She notes there’s something off about you, but she can’t quite place it. Her gaze hardens, and she peers at you a bit closer.

“…are you wearing lip gloss?”

You look up from your lunch and nod, a faint smile on your shimmery, pink lips.

“Alright, what’s going on?” Jihyo throws her hands up in resignation.

You glance between her and Joy with questioning eyes. “What?”

“Don’t play coy with us.” Joy shakes her head and points her chopsticks at you. “Your attitude has completely changed between this morning and now. Just a few hours ago, you looked dead-set on murder, and now you’ve got this dumb grin on your face.”

You scoff and look away from them, waving off their suspicions. “Pfft. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You try forcing your lips into a straight line.

“You’re not doing a good job of hiding it.”

“Be quiet.”

Jihyo rests her elbows on the table and folds her hands together, a grave look on her face as she leans in. “She told Bubble Tea.”

“Ugh, finally.” Joy groans in relief. “So you’re dating now?”

“I genuinely have no clue what you’re talking about.” You deny but refuse to look either woman in the eye. Instead, you glance at your wrist and gasp. “Seems we’ve run out of time, ladies. See you tomorrow.” You rush your words while throwing away your trash and dash for the stairs.

“You’re not even wearing a watch!” Joy accuses.

“They grow up so fast.” You faintly hear Jihyo sigh.

They clamber after you, yelling teases and congratulations that earn them a couple of weird looks, but you don’t bother to stop. They follow you all the way back to your desk even though they work on the other side of the building.

“What’d you do, scream at him?” Joy asks. “You think that’s his type of thing?”

“Would you hush?” You push her playfully, eyes nervously glancing around the room, hoping no one else heard that.

“I’m so proud of you.” Jihyo wipes away an invisible tear. “I knew you could do it.”

You sigh and shake your head. “Nothing like that happened. We just…talked.”

“Like I told you to do in the first place?”

“It doesn’t mean anything,” you say and sit down, your shoulders sagging slightly at the thought. You prepare to return to work and reach for a file but freeze. There’s a sticky note on your desk. A Cinnamoroll-themed sticky note.

Gingerly bringing it up to your eyes, you, Jihyo, and Joy read what’s written in blue glitter ink. 

It’s a phone number. 

Let’s get to know each other better :)

- L. TY

thank you so much for reading! please leave a like and a comment. reblogs are appreciated too!

[wontune]

Taeyong ☆ lockscreens ( nct 127 )

[andysorbit]

You Can't Even Talk to Me (M)

sub!Taeyong x femdom!reader

Note: I saw this picture and I had to. He's fucking pretty.

Warnings: This shit is just nasty, okay???

"Goddess!" he whines.

You slap him across his face, "Shut your fucking mouth, Taeyong. I told you not to speak!"

He writhes and whimpers as you jerk him off. Tears stain his cheeks and he gasps like a fish out of water.

That should show him.

"Goddess... please... please," his voice comes out as the whiniest cry you've ever heard him.

"Taeyong, I really don't wanna keep having to tell you to shut the fuck up but I will and at this point, you'll never cum," You seeth as you lean down to spit across his lips.

He sobs and squeezes his eyes shut,

"No, no, no, no... Goddess, please... m'sorry! Mommy, please!"

You know it's hard for him to be quiet. He's vocal. He always has been.

"You're not this stupid, are you, Yongie?" You ask him patronizingly.

He shakes his head furiously and purses his lips.

"Good boy. You're learning," You chuckle.

He sniffles and bites down on his fist. His body trembles and you swat his hand away from his mouth, "You're gonna hurt yourself again. Don't do that," You tell him and you're obviously wavering on your attack on him.

He had asked you to break him and you were more than willing to do so but now, he's so fragile and helpless under you and you're not sure how much more he can take.

You know he's a masochist in the truest form of the word and he won't use the safeword because he's always so greedy for the overwhelming rush of endorphins that he gets every time you spit on him or hurt him or call him out of his name.

He lives for this.

He covers his mouth with his hands and cries so desperately. He's such a pretty slut.

"My little whore, cum for me," You tell him softly and God, does he cum.

Loud, hard, and messy. His body quakes and he licks his lips to taste what's left of your spit. He thanks you over and over as he does and he's so fucking good.

So pretty and eager to please and suffer.

He holds his mouth open. You oblige and spit on his tongue. He smiles briefly and tries to sit up. You press your hand to his heaving chest and he stops trying.

"C- can I... need to- to- t- touch you, G- goddess... Please," he whispers.

You lean down to kiss him,

"Of course you can, my beautiful boy."

[neochan]

( 3:08 am ) ♡ bf!taeyong, cunnilingus + edging.

his jaw aches but he isn't done.

the sounds pouring from your parted lips are better than any scrap of music he could ever make. in fact, this should be recorded, played over and over again, but only for his ears.

the way his name falls from your lips, like the sweet sin of infinite, carnate desire. it pushes him to keep going, keep tasting the honey pouring from between your thighs like syrup on his tongue.

two fingers toy with you, teasingly pushing shallowly in, igniting the spark in your tummy, right before he pulls them out, dimming the fire and ripping an orgasm away from you.

you sigh in frustration, hands gripping the sheets beneath you, "tae, please."

his head peaks up from between your shaking legs, "please what baby?" pearly teeth twinkle when he smiles up at you.

"s-stop stopping."

"hm?" he licks a stripe over pussy, sending you into another moaning mess.

"need to finish, please."

without warning, both of his fingers push all the way into your soaked cunt, leaving you to buck up.

"sing my name while you cum on my fingers, okay?" he whispers, leveling his mouth with you and igniting the fire for what felt like the thousandth time.

[iiraluv]

nostalgia radio ୨୧ — 태용 A FLOWERY KIND OF LOVE

wc: 0.77k pairing: fem!reader x ty warnings: none ! genre: secret-admirer to lovers smau

" in which y/n is oblivious to the very reason taeyong buys her favourite flowers every single time he visits her flower shop. "

♱ bookshop

"so what are your favourite flowers?"

taeyong came in again, this time his cheeks were rosy from the frosty autumn morning, the sight made your heart flutter.

you were ready to take his order; your notepad and pen stationed in your hands.

"would you like to order the dahlias again, sir?" you asked in a chirpy voice. you felt your heart getting lighter and lighter as he came closer to the counter. the cute guy smiled softly and nodded.

"yes, sure," he replied and looked down in shyness. you wondered why he was still shy since you've known him as a customer for almost a year now. you beamed at this.

before you wrote down the number of flowers and the type, something felt missing.

what am I missing..?

"ah!" you exclaimed, took a quick glance at the wall calendar on your left and saw that it was the 19th of october, the day he usually buys a birthday card for his special person, you assumed.

he looked up suddenly, head tilted slightly in confusion, "what is it, y/n?" the way he said your name, the way no one has ever said your name, made you feel warm all over.

"you forgot to ask for a birthday card," you replied, already grabbing a card from the rack in front of you before he placed his gloved hand on yours gently.

"actually, uhm," he looked around for a second before placing his attention back on you, his adorable eyes sparkling like snowflakes, "I don't need it this time." you were confused. very confused.

he placed your hands in his, and held it there before letting a hand reach up carefully to your cheek. you were frozen in your spot, eyes locked on to his, your cheeks flared up and your insides were performing somersaults against your will. it felt surreal, this moment, something you would otherwise never expect to happen.

"would you like to go out with me, y/n?"

your brains didn't process his words very well and it was clearly visible on your face.

"I-i'm sorry, did you just ask me out?" your excitement was bubbling up to the surface.

he chuckled adorably, "yes, I guess I am. it took longer than expected... but yeah."

"wait, so those dahlias I received every day were from you?" your smile emerging on your face and you saw his eyes form cute crescents just like yours.

"I'm not very subtle, am I?"

"not really, no!"

you both laughed heartily; seeing him laugh was one of the things to keep safe in your memories. it was like seeing snow for the first time: the dreamy stares and feelings of admiration was exactly how you would describe that very moment.

"how do you manage to pay for 100 dahlias every day?"

"well, I have a budget set specifically for buying them ," he said, looking down again, still smiling, "plus you gave me additional discounts every time, remember?"

you buried your face in your thick scarf and he rubbed his neck, not knowing what else to say. but that was alright, the both of you thought, what matters was that the feelings were mutual, very clearly so.

"I'd love to go out with you, taeyong," you replied, face slightly risen above the scarf, hands cupping his face.

"oh wait, I just realised something" you suddenly remembered something. you hurried to the back of the employees room where packaged orders, stocks of seeds to plant the flowers and a special gift were.

it was a bouquet of fresh, pretty roses - his favourite. you remembered that he had released his new album recently and it was a major success. feeling too awkward to gift it to him without much context, you decided to keep it when the time was right and well, the time was just about right now.

"here," you handed him the bouquet, his eyes widened in surprise.

"woah! what's this for?!" he sniffed the flowers gently, taking in the refreshing scent of the petals.

"it's a gift from me to you, for your new album release and for all the flowers you've given me." you went around the counter and gave him a precious peck on the cheek, staining it red.

"oops sorry - " you giggled softly and attempted to wipe it off with your thumb. he was staring at you adoringly with a dumb-struck look on his face.

and just before you both could continue the conversation, another customer came in, snapping you back to reality.

"hello ma'am, how can I help you!"

you looked over the customer's shoulder and made a phone gesture to your ear and whispered 'call me' to him and he enthusiastically replied with a thumbs up and an 'okay'.

your heart dropped as he walked out, wishing that time really stood still for those in love.

© iiraluv, all rights reserved - do not copy, translate or repost my works.

... a/n: I recommend listening to vincent blue's songs, especially this one while reading this because his songs really set the tone for the fluffiness 🩵

[writemekpop]

Idol Spotlight | Lee Taeyong

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🌻 - Fluff  ☔️ - Angst  💋 - Smut

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Genre: Angst, Smut, College AU

Warning: Sexual Content, Toxic relationship

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Summary: You’re scared about going back to work after having a baby. Your cutie husband Taeyong makes you feel better…

Genre: Domestic, Husband Taeyong, New Parents AU, fluff

3. Jealous ☔️

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Genre: Established relationship AU, fluff

4. Second Best Part 1 | Part 2 ☔️

Summary: You find out that your boyfriend Taeyong is in love with someone else. Do you confront him? Or do you let him go on living a lie?

Genre: Angst

+ NCT MAIN MASTERLIST+

[cu1tsmark]

"Finding Solace"

Y/N had spent the entire weekend overseeing her wedding gown company, working tirelessly to ensure every bride's dreams came true. As the CEO, she had built the business from the ground up, and it was her passion and dedication that had brought it to where it was today. But now, as she trudged through the front door of their apartment, she couldn't deny the exhaustion that weighed on her shoulders.

Taeyong, her loving boyfriend and fellow CEO, had the rare luxury of a day off. He had watched Y/N push herself day in and day out, and he couldn't help but worry about her well-being. He had often urged her to take a break, insisting he could take care of her, but Y/N's determination was unyielding.

Today, Taeyong had decided it was time to take matters into his own hands. He had a surprise planned for Y/N that he hoped would make her realize how much he cared. As he heard the front door close, his eyes lit up with excitement. He had been waiting for this moment.

Y/N entered their bedroom, her steps heavy and her face etched with weariness. She looked up and was met with the sight of Taeyong, who was sitting on the edge of their bed with an affectionate smile that could melt anyone's heart.

Seeing her, Taeyong couldn't contain his joy. He got up and approached her from behind, wrapping his strong arms around her waist. His lips found the crook of her neck, and he murmured, "Welcome home, my love."

Y/N leaned into his embrace, letting out a contented sigh. "Hello baby. How are you?"

With a playful gleam in his eye, Taeyong whispered, "Well, I'm good, but today I have a surprise for you. I hope you're ready to be pampered."

Y/N turned to look at him with curiosity. "A surprise? What is it?"

Taeyong gently guided her toward the bathroom, where a warm, fragrant bubble bath awaited her. The soothing scent of lavender filled the room, and Y/N's eyes widened in surprise.

"You did all this?" she asked, touched by his thoughtfulness.

Taeyong nodded, his love for her shining in his eyes. "I want you to relax and forget about work for a while. You deserve it."

Overwhelmed by gratitude, Y/N hugged him tightly. "You're too good to me, Taeyong."

He chuckled softly and planted a kiss on her forehead. "Go on, enjoy your bath. I'll be waiting for you on the bed."

Y/N immersed herself in the luxurious bubbles, feeling the tension in her muscles slowly melt away. She couldn't believe how lucky she was to have Taeyong in her life.

After a while, she emerged from the bath, wrapped in a plush towel, and headed to their bedroom. There, Taeyong sat as promised, a warm smile on his face.

"You were incredible today," Taeyong praised, his voice filled with admiration. "Your dedication to your work amazes me."

Blushing at his words, Y/N settled beside him on the bed. "It's all worth it, especially when I have you waiting for me."

Taeyong began to massage her sore legs, his skilled hands working their magic. Y/N sighed in bliss, leaning into his touch. "You're spoiling me, Taeyong."

He leaned down to place sweet kisses along her neck and shoulders. "You deserve to be spoiled, my love. You work so hard, and I want to take care of you."

Their intimate connection grew stronger as Taeyong continued to pamper Y/N, showering her with kisses and words of affection. In that moment, they both understood that no matter how busy life got, they would always make time for each other—a love that brought warmth and solace to their hearts, making every challenge worth it.

[love-holics]

little spoon

pairing: taeyong x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: mentions of anxiety

word count: 539

you patted your face with a soft towel as you completed your skincare routine and looked at yourself in the bathroom mirror. the fresh glow couldn't conceal the worried line between your brows or the frown that wouldn't leave your lips. the worry in your eyes was as obvious as the dark circles beneath them.

you took a deep breath before leaving the bathroom. it was late but you couldn't sleep. not being able to sleep made you anxious and not getting enough rest made it worse. you needed to break the cycle, but how?

you walked into the bedroom and saw your boyfriend sleeping on his side, his breathing deep and even. you smiled to yourself. it was calming to hear each repetitive breath he took.

something about it grounded you. you could feel your bare feet digging into the soft carpet. you relaxed your toes. you realized your hands were balled into fists. you let them relax at your sides. a twinge of pain in your jaw reminded you that you were clenching your teeth. you exhaled slowly and deeply and let go. you felt more at ease than you had all day and it was all due to the predictable rhythm of taeyong's breathing.

you lifted the covers slowly and got into bed, draping an arm over his body and spooning him from behind. you tried not to wake him but you couldn't help pressing your face into his bare back and breathing in his clean scent, which somehow made your heart flutter and feel calm at the same time. you placed a soft kiss on his shoulder and held him tighter, feeling grounded by his skin beneath your fingers and his warmth around your body.

you closed your eyes and focused on his breathing, hoping that you would soon sleep as peacefully as him. you suddenly felt his hand close around yours and pull it up to his mouth for a kiss. "hey, baby," he said in his deep, sleepy voice.

"shh, go back to sleep. I didn't mean to wake you." you placed a soft kiss on his back as an apology.

he kissed your hand once more before interlocking his fingers with yours and giving you a squeeze.

he could always tell when your anxiety was a little worse when he became the little spoon. you liked holding on to him because it helped you feel in control of your body and what was beneath your fingers. he liked being able to ground you without making it obvious or making you feel weak. as much as he wanted to care for you, he knew there were limits to his help and that you wanted to find your own healthy coping mechanisms.

his favorite part was waiting for you to finally fall asleep before shifting positions so that you were enveloped in his arms with your head on his chest. and every morning, without fail, you would look bewildered at your new sleeping positions while he just barely kept the amused smirk off his face. and he would feel his heart soar as you smiled sleepily at him and cuddled him a little tighter, knowing you were all his and he was all yours.

[lebrookestore]

for the record | l.ty (teaser)

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Pairing: Lee Taeyong x reader

Themes: rockstar! au, journalist! reader, band! au, celebrity! au, kind of? fuckboy! taeyong?, strangers to lovers, fluff, heavy angst, SLOWBURN (moodboard)

Warnings: profanity, food, heavy angst, alcohol consumption, smoking, talk about drugs, allusions to sex and talk about it but nothing sexually explicit whatsover, more tba for the full fic

Wc (teaser): 0.8k

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Notes from brooke: i have once again started a passion project 😌 jokes aside i really am excited for this one because from the moment i started writing it i have not stopped, which is why i decided to impulsively post this teaser<3 rockstar! taeyong has been a fat thought on my mind from the moment he performed his solo on the first 127 show and i am finally doing something about it.

From the very moment Taeyong walked through the door, he could tell that Irene was beyond pissed.

It wasn’t a new sight to him, he had been subjected to an angry manager many many times before, almost too many to count. Since he was so used to it, he didn’t pay her too much attention as he plopped down on the couch in the studio, lazily resting his arm on the armrest and propping his legs up on the table in front of it.

“He lives,” Yuta muttered under his breath, the slightest smile on his face. Taeyong let his eyes scan the room, noting that each one of the members of his band- and his best friends- were present.

He had known most of them since they were teenagers in high school. Now, even four years later, there was not another group of people he would rather be stuck with. Yuta was the drummer and a damn good one at that.

“Were we having a party I wasn’t told about?” 

The don’t care-ish tone of his voice evidently didn’t sit well with Irene, whose glare only grew in intensity. She slapped a tabloid of sorts on the wall beside her, lips pinched in a mixture of exasperation and anger.

“This is not a party, Taeyong. With your track record, you should never be allowed into one.” Her words were clipped and swift, but she had always been one to literally and figuratively rip the bandaid off. Unaffected, he pouted.

“Aw, what did I do now?” The moment he said that she held that very tabloid up for the entire band to squint at, and he just about made out the headline of it.

“You,” she said the pronoun with such distaste that Taeyong had half a mind to act offended, but he knew better than that. If anything, he probably deserved the treatment she was dishing out to him right now. “Went and got caught by the paps a few nights ago, drunk as fuck with another girl hanging off your arm like candy.”

His eyes focused on the poorly taken picture that was plastered all over the front of the tabloid. As terrible as the photograph was, one thing that fame had taught him was that if you had fans, you could be recognized from just about anything, and it was definitely him on there.

He didn’t even remember the girl's name. Pity.

“You called us all here for this?” Doyoung cut through the silence, a disgruntled look on his face. Doyoung was on keys, but was somewhat of a prodigy in himself, being able to master almost any instrument he put his mind to. He was also what you’d refer to as the responsible one of the group, the one with the least drama.

The other two in the band were Mark and Jeno, two guitarists that were excellent in their own right. Jeno was the youngest, and the only one that hadn’t known the rest since their high school days. They met the boy at the building of their label, and he blended in so well with the rest of the band that has him in it had been a no-brainer decision.

“I was just having some fun,” Taeyong protested, “All the other guys do it as well.”

“Yes Taeyong, but they aren’t the front of the group, neither are they the media's favorite portrayal of a fuckboy, even if you live up to that title better than you should.” She snipped and he sighed.

That was what he was. Lee Taeyong, frontman, and the bassist. He was also one of the main vocalists, though the entire band did the singing as a team.

When he started out at the ripe age of nineteen, he never expected to be thrust into the limelight as he had been. Managing to land the record deal when they were nothing more than wide-eyed kids with a dream was a miracle in itself, but what seemed like an overnight success was overwhelming.

He had taken on the role of something of a leader within the band, but it had come with its own set of rules. Being the face of the group meant that he received more attention than the others, something he had never been pleased about due to situations like this.

Enter Irene, their manager who had been with the group since day one. Now, she pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration.

“Tour is coming up,” She warned, “For once could you put on your big boy pants and behave? You have to be on your best behaviour.”

“Irene,” He drawled, “When am I not an angel?”

“Your halo looks a lot like devil horns from here,” She grumbled, shutting her eyes and mentally counting to ten. Despite all her complaining about their wild lifestyle, he knew she loved being with them too much to quit working for them. Taeyong only grinned.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

© lebrookestore, 2022

[iridescentxstars]

yandere!vampire!taeyong x fem!reader || breeding + edging — anon || additional: hope you are doing great 💙💙 || wc: 520~ || author's note: thank you!! i'm doing okay! hope you are well <3

— switch dynamics

all kinktober drabbles are smut and mature rated; if you are a minor DNI

Your head rolls to the side, fingers gripping at the sheets as you feel your climax rising, so close to falling over the edge and having the blinding white light fry your mind when Taeyong stops. Your eyes snap to look at him, a low whine leaving your lips while his own pull into a smirk. "Why?"

He's silent, taking you in as he listens to your heartbeat falling to a steady thump in your chest. "You were going to cum." He says simply. You nod your head, yes, you were so close too. Taeyong pulls away, getting himself ready while you lay still, watching, reaching for him. "Were you thinking about him?"

"No," you're genuinely confused by this question because how could you think of anyone else but him. He consumes you, his marks are literally etched into your skin, claiming you forever as his.

"His scent still lingers on your body." You would laugh in any other situation because how are you meant to know how you smell? "It- it brings this jealousy out of me that I've never experienced before." Not entirely true, he's experienced it a lot but it's always only with you. "It makes me want to do things that I wouldn't do, remind you who you belong to."

The way he's speaking, you can tell that this is the softer, more insecure and unsure side of the vampire as opposed to the predator who was so close to devouring you earlier. You sit up on your elbows and look at him, watching his glowing eyes look at you up and down with his bottom lip caught in between his teeth. "Who do I belong to?" You decide to test his limits, see what it takes for him to pounce and bring you over the edge - finally.

"Me." Taeyong growls, baring his teeth as if annoyed that you've forgotten.

"And how do you want to remind me that I belong to you?"

"By filling you up, making sure you're coated in my scent. If the mark on your neck isn't indication enough then the way I drip out of you should be." It's a strange thing to hear, how a vampire essentially wants to breed you but the perks of them being... unalive... means that you don't need to worry about anything more than the mess.

"What's stopping you?" Oh, how fast he moved when you said that. He quickly climbs over you, causing you to lay back down as the tip of his nose brushed along yours and he moved to your neck to inhale deeply, taking you in. Hands travel over your body, moving down to your core and dipping his fingers back in as you sigh with relief. You know you'll need to be built back up again but you're still dripping wet from before.

Nothing is stopping him, he realises, absolutely nothing is stopping him from toying with you for the rest of the night, from filling you up over and over. The only thing stopping him is your human stamina but~ Taeyong always has a way to keep you going~

[charmingyong]

[1807]

“I’d like to book for flight departure tonight please,” you said politely as a personal secretary should over the phone to a travel agent. Your boss, aka the CEO, Taeyong asked you to book tickets for a spontaneous vacation to Jeju Island as he surprisingly had a free schedule for the upcoming weekend.

“Sure thing. And I believe you said you’d like two tickets under Mr. Lee Taeyong?” she asked.

“Yes, that’s right.”

“Perfect. I will need the first and last name of the other passenger in order to book the seats for you.”

You know one of the tickets was for your boss, but he hadn’t informed you of his trip buddy. “Could you give me a minute to collect the second name?”

“Of course.”

Standing up from your seat, you headed over to the double doors, knocking on it twice. You heard a faint mumble, allowing you permission in.

Inside, you found Taeyong sitting on his desk, blazer off and resting aside his figure. His crisp white shirt nicely framed his torso while his tie was loosened around the neck, a sign of an approaching end of the long week. While still reviewing papers in his hold and without glancing at you, he asked, “Yes?”

Clearing your throat, you asked, “What’s the name of the other passenger accompanying you?”

Keeping his eyes glued to the papers, he casually muttered. “Y/N L/N.”

Nodding, you thanked him and almost twirled to head out his room until you realized whose name Taeyong had just said. “ME?” your tone raised in surprise and eyes blown out in disbelief.

Taeyong finally lifted his gaze to land on you and smirked. “Care to accompany me on my vacation?”

[amourtaeyong]

lee taeyong is nothing but a soothing presence. he reminds you of art, roses, and warmth.

your time with him was the most comfortable you have ever been in a relationship. and as his ex lover, it’s surprising how you almost have no bad things to say about him. his art pieces, as mesmerizing as he physically is. his scent, as delicate as the smell of fresh flowers he used to buy from the florist downstairs. his personality, as welcoming and warm as the yellow light bulb that he keeps in his studio.

now only watching from the sidelines, no longer privileged to have a glimpse of his artistry, you miss him more than ever. you miss taeyong’s homeliness. you’d be struck by lightning if you say you weren’t aching still. in fact, you’re often left wondering how he is or who his current muse might be. 

for months, you’ve been dying to satisfy your curiosities, but now, holding an invitation to his upcoming art exhibit called Monroe in your hands, you’re not too sure if you’re ready to face him just yet.

more works here

[wontune]

oi, dsclp o incômodo, poderia personalizar o meu celular no tema do taeyong? (NCT)

☆ taeyong ( nct 127 ) !

tela inicial tela de bloqueio

[andysorbit]

How they react when they realize they've fallen in love pt. 2

Taeyong:

There's something extra pretty about your smile on this particular day.

He kisses your cheek as you both wait for the light to turn green and you look at him, "Thank you for that," You say sweetly.

He's always been a bit on the cold side but lately, he's been just the opposite. He's been affectionate and clingy, attentive and soft.

"Hold my hand?" he asks as the light changes and he begins driving.

"Of course, baby," You take his free hand in yours and he squeezes it gently.

"You know I love you, right?" he says casually. Like it's not a big deal- like he just told you the weather for today.

"I know... and you know that I love you, right?" You reply.

"I know it like I know my name." He says with a satisfied smile.

Yuta:

It bothered him that you implied that he only liked you for the sex.

It drove him crazy beyond words so he just stopped asking for it. Which in turn drove you crazy.

"Hey... uh... is something wrong?" You ask on your way home from a date.

"Huh?" he grunts as he glances over you. He's obviously playing dumb and he's just as bad at it.

"We haven't had sex in a month. What the hell is the problem? Obviously, it's not me because, like..." you gesture to your outfit then cup your boobs before pointing to your face, "Look at me."

He chuckles and reaches over to squeeze your thigh for the times in what feels like a million lifetimes. You try to ease his hand up your dress but he pulls away and grips the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles whiten.

"Yuta, please tell me what's wrong. Please?" You press him softly.

"Remember when you said you wanted to wait until marriage and then a week later, we had sex and then it just kept spiraling and then last month you said that thing about how you wonder where we'll be in forty years?" he rushes out. He's obviously trying not to look at you.

"Um yes?" You say slowly. "Well, I don't want you to think I just like having sex with you because I plan on being around forty years from now. I'm not just using you to get off," he says and turns to look at you.

"So you gave yourself blue balls for what reason?" You ask incredulously.

He stares ahead for a moment,

"To prove that I love you."

You lean over and kiss his cheek, "Yuta, oh my God. Are your serious?" You chuckle.

He nods.

"I love you too, baby, but you didn't have to do that. I know you love me," You tell him. He sighs with relief and glances at you, "Do you really?" he presses.

"A billion percent, love. I promise," You say and bring his hand back to your thigh.

He doesn't pull away this time,

"So I can pull this fucking car over?"

You nod and watch a smile brightens his face.

Doyoung:

"I don't really care anymore, okay? I just don't. Do what you're gonna do," You sigh.

Doyoung shrugs, "If you don't care then why am I even here? I should just go then," he says and he's obviously angry.

You didn't know how to tell him that you didn't like the idea of him backpacking through Europe alone but you didn't want him to spend his break being bored at home with you either.

"Why is this even so important?" You yell. Your fingers twist at the hem of your t-shirt as you eye him.

"Because I thought it would be nice to spend some time with you and do something that neither of us have done before but I guess not. I'll just go on my own," he yells back.

"Well, who said I wanted to do that? You didn't even ask me- you just threw it on me and expected me to just smile and nod like it's something I wanna do and it's not." You shout as he gets up.

"You think I wanted to fucking go borough hopping in New York City last July? Eating nasty ass pizza or oversalted teriyaki sauces and weird ass Asian fusion dishes made by Staten Island white guys who love Asian food but don't fucking like Asian people?" he yells and his face is getting red.

"I had full-blown swamp ass walking through Manhattan streets in ninety degree weather! You know I hate the summer and you had me dying in that smoggy ass, muggy ass city and getting fucking robbed by that crackhead in Central Park because you wanted to take all of those damn pictures at two in the fucking morning! You think I wanted to do that shit?"

"You didn't want to?" You ask softly.

"No, Y/n, I didn't. The best part of that damn trip was that it made you happy," he sighs.

"Oh," You croak.

"Yeah," He sasses, "oh."

You feel stupid. How could you have not noticed?

"I do a lot of shit I don't like. That's what you're supposed to do when you love someone. Big City Greens is the dumbest fucking show I've ever seen but it makes you laugh so obviously it's also the greatest fucking show to ever exist," he says as he goes to leave the room.

He turns back to look you in the eyes,

"I do this shit because I love you and it's a hell of a lot easier to do a bunch of shit I hate with you then to do all the shit I love without you."

[neos127]

[9:01 pm] The last thing you expected on a Wednesday evening was Lee Taeyong handing you a bouquet of lego flowers on your front doorstep. The bricks were a mix of colors, the pink and yellow standing out to you the most. Your dork of a boyfriend had the biggest smile on his face, his arm outstretched with the legos in hand.

“I made it for you because I love you.” He said simply, his eyes lighting up when you accepted it. You smiled, leaning over to leave a lingering kiss on his cheek.

“I love you, weirdo.”

©yyx2 all writing belongs to me. do not copy or modify my work.

[fly-forever-young]

Hey! Can I request NCT 127 reaction to you making them a meal after a long day :) thank you!

I hope you like it sorry if it took me some time to do it life has kept me busy. Thanks for the request byy 😊♥🌹

•~Nct127 When you make him a meal after a long day

Masterlist

Taeil:

-Traeil goes to the kitchen to prepare something to eat as soon as he enters he finds the meal you cooked for him.

-Taeil: "I could have made something simple to eat you shouldn't have tried so hard"

-You: "Instead I did so now let's eat"

-Taeil: "You are amazing, thanks for the meal"

-You: "You're welcome"

-Taeil: "You know if you cook like this every time I come back late from work I should come back more often later"

-You: "Don't joke"

-Taeil: "I'm serious"

Taeyong:

-Taeyong: "I'm home-"

-You: "For you"

-Taeyong is surprised he didn't expect this after his long day.

-Taeyong: "You shouldn't have done all this for me"

- He smiles happy despite being tired

-You: "I know you work hard and I wanted to get you a gift"

-Taeyong sits down to eat the meal you made him looking at you lovingly

-Taeyong: "Next time I'll make you a meal, thanks you are fantastic"

Johnny:

-Johnny comes home late and finds you awake waiting for him.

-Johnny: "I've told you a lot of times not to wait for me when I get back late, you have to sleep, it's not good for you to be up so late"

-You: "Yes yes I know now come and eat with me"

-Johnny: “Did you cook all this? Baby thank you so much but you didn't have to try so hard "

-You: "It was a long time since we had dinner together so I thought about doing this"

Yuta:

-Yuta go home, you are still in the kitchen cooking the last dish

-Yuta enters silently and looks at you as you are focused on cooking notices all the food you have already made and his heart melts.

- He slowly approaches you by circling you with his arms.

-You: "Yuta when did you arrive?"

-Yuta: "I'll finish cooking this, sit down and start eating"

-You: "Don't worry, I'll finish it's for you so"

-Yuta takes you away from the stove and makes you sit on the chair, and then finish cooking what you were doing.

-Yuta: "Here you go my lady"

-You: "Thank you"

-Yuta: "I am the one that should thank you"

Doyoung:

-He is confused he did not expect that returning home late after a long day at work he found the meal made by you.

-Doyoung: "What's all this?"

-You: “Don't you like it? If you want I can cook something else- "

-Doyoung notices your sad look and understands that you have misunderstood his question

-Doyoung: "No no it's fine just that because you tried so hard you didn't have to"

-You: "To show you how much I care about you"

-Doyoung: "I really appreciate it now sit down and eat with me"

Jaehyun:

-You are cooking when you feel two arms surrounding your waist you turn around and see Jaehyun smiling at you

-You: "I wanted everything to be ready when you came back"

-Jaehyun: "You better not finished so we can cook together it's more romantic"

-You: "All your fault you came back earlier and I wanted to surprise you"

-Jaehyun: "I wanted to surprise you too"

-Jaehyun: "If you want I'll leave and come back later"

-You: "No ... Cut the onions"

Jungwoo:

-Jungwoo comes home and finds the meal done but he can't find you there so he starts looking for you.

- Finds you lying on the bed.

- He decides not to wake you up, he arranges you better on the bed by covering you with the blanket and then kissing your forehead.

-Jungwoo: "Thanks for the meal, I love you"

-The next day he brings you breakfast in bed.

-Jungwoo: "I know it's not comparable to what you cooked yesterday but I hope you like it"

Mark:

-You: "Mark come and eat"

-Mark: “Eat? Shouldn't you sleep already? Why are you up so late? - Oh wow "

-He freezes in place as soon as he sees the meal you have prepared just for him

-You: "Tada"

-Mark: "Wow me- everything looks good- you- I love you damn"

-You: "Taste and tell me if you like"

-Mark: "Seriously Y / n you have no idea how much I love you"

-Mark tastes the food and his eyes light up

-Mark: "It's very good"

-Mark: "You know I think maybe once I could cook for you something too"

-You look at him worried while he bursts out laughing.

Haechan:

-You: "Haechan I made you food I hope you like it"

-Haechan looks at you surprised but also admired

-Haechan: "I didn't expect this but thanks"

-Haechan comes towards you hugging you tightly for a couple of minutes while thanking you

-Haechan: "Of course you must love me a lot to prepare this meal"

The Jaehyun part is my favorite, i want my future relationship to be like That 😍😂