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𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐧

𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 490+ words

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: angst, boyfriend au

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: hongjoong just wants to feel loved, but you don’t feel like you deserve to give him that. you’re trapped in a dangerous loop, and time is ticking for one of you to just… leave.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: toxic relationship, confrontation, mentions of drinking, crying, swearing, begging, hongjoong just wants to feel loved :((

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“Am I… nothing to you anymore?” Hongjoong’s expression holds an icy gaze, but the wobble in his voice betrays his actual emotions.

“No, Joong, I promise you still mean something— everything to me, just—”

“Just what? You’re defending yourself, Y/n. You know you did something wrong.”

Your gaze falls from your boyfriend’s figure sitting on your shared bed; the bed he spent one too many nights sleeping alone in. The smudged mascara beneath your eyes and the aftertaste of tequila on your tongue no longer feel like remnants of a good night out. They feel like the evidence of your carelessness. You remain in the doorway, frozen in place. Somehow, you don’t feel like you deserve to step into the dimly lit bedroom. Hongjoong breaks the thick silence.

“Do you think I want to keep coming home to an empty apartment? Keep calling you only for you to respond hours later? Keep needing you when things get tough, but finding out that you’re having the time of your life downtown with those goddamn ‘friends’ of yours, as always?”

“Joong…”

“No. Don’t even try to explain. I don’t wanna hear it.”

“Baby, you know I don’t mean to— ”

“Mean to make me feel unwanted? Forgotten? Left behind? You’re doing a pretty shitty job if I may say so myself.” A mirthless chuckle slips past his lips, and his head drops. You linger in the doorway, so close, yet so far.

“You know what makes me feel even worse?” Hongjoong mumbles. You wait for him to answer his own question. “I still love you.” Your breath catches in your throat; you don’t feel deserving of his love. You haven’t for a long time. “I still want you, I still wait for you, I still hope and pray that you’re fine despite whatever the fuck you’re doing out there. I still love you.”

“Hong— ”

“But you don’t love me anymore, do you?” Defeat seeps through his tone, yet his broken heart still beats for you.

You drop your bag and skitter over to where your boyfriend sits on the edge of the bed. The lump in your throat makes it all too hard to get out a coherent sentence.

“No, Hongjoong, please I— I swear I still love you, there’s no one else I love as much as you, I love you, I love you, please— ” The tears become too overwhelming for you to continue begging as you drop to your knees in front of him. Hongjoong stares blankly at your sobbing form until his own shoulders start to shake as choked cries escape him. Your head drops to rest on his knees as you search desperately for one of his hands to hold on to.

“Please—” you hiccup, “please don’t go…”

Hongjoong’s sobs only become more frequent as disappointment oozes into his heart. 

Not because he’s disappointed in you for begging him to stay… but because he knows he will.

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𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐰𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 600+ words

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: angst

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you trusted him, you really did. but when you find him all over his roommate one night, your trust couldn’t have crumbled away any faster.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cheating, angsty car converstion, yelling, self-doubt, lots of crying, it’s  gender neutral– reader is wearing a skirt, but imo anyone should be allowed to wear a skirt so..

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There are no tears at first. Just distraught wails trying to claw their way out of your chest, tearing at your throat; dull in your ears. Your limbs are heavy with despair and betrayal burns in your chest. The lump in your throat isn’t getting any smaller.

The tears come later.

They fall one by one, drip drop, caressing your cheeks with wet streaks. Eventually, your cries are reduced to breathy sobs as you sit there in the passenger seat of the car, your fingers nervously fiddling with the hem of your skirt. The skirt you had worn just for him. There is almost no sound, except the hum of the engine and your slightly erratic breaths.

Why isn’t he saying anything? Why can’t you say anything?

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hi y'all, long time no see🥺

I'm just popping by to apologise for being so absent since... january? but yeah I've just been having a, for lack of a better word, shitty time and am just trying to get everything accounted for, so I have a lot on my plate-- as most of us do. but I've been slowly working on my drafts, so don't think I've abandoned my blog! I could never do that :(

thanks for sticking around :3 I'll be back loves<3

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｡☆✼★━ luxuria | j.yh ━★✼☆｡

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starring: yunho x reader

fsk-12: fluff & angst | mentions of religion & sinning | fallen angel/demon au

volume: 9.8k words

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[3:39pm] # jeong yunho.

“do you think your mom would like a tampa drill or a keychain?” you ponder, holding up both a tropical palm-tree keychain and a pearlish-purple conch-like shell. your boyfriend of numerous years, jeong yunho, furrows his brows acutely. his lips screw into an agog quirk as he fingers the fabric of his opened floral print button-up, glasses draped atop his curled baby blue tresses. the salt water from earlier’s endeavour landed his body in a refreshed but chilly state, locks frizzy and body reddened from the slight cold.

“mom likes anything you give her,” he informs, his relaxed posture practically dwarfing your own hunched one. “remember that mixed stem bouquet you got her? she wouldn’t stop bragging about how her ‘daughter in law is the sweetest thing!’” he imitates his mother with a haggard, high-octaved voice, laughing when you crack a simper. you’ve always had insecurities when it came to yunho’s family; albeit the fact that you all got along splendidly, many cliche worries harassed at you and hindered your ability to truly stay comforted.

yunho was raised properly, with boundless respect and his lovable personality birthed from familial support and care. at heart, he was and always would be a family man, no matter how often he denies it. you just didn’t want to leave a sour impression on the people he loved with his entire kind heart, knowing that their opinions have a great impact on his outlook of things. not only that, but you want to be someone that his mother and father regard with pride; proudness that their son is with someone approval-worthy; someone they can depend on to take care of him. 

and on the contrary, despite your mental exaggerations, yunho knew his family would welcome you with widely open arms and rather zealous smiles on their face.

“sweetheart, don’t worry! mom loves you, i promise.” the cliche doubtfulness you were experiencing made you rethink a lot of your choices. maybe getting a gift in general would seem too desperate for validation—or what if not getting a gift was unthoughtful? there were so many diffidences that bit at you boldly.

“yunho, i don’t know... are you sure she likes me?” yunho frowns at your lack of conviction to his honest assertion. befuddled, he pulls out his mobile device, quickly ringing up his mom while you questionably gaze at him. after a few beeps, his mother answers the phone with an enthusiastic prowess, her voice exhilarated and tickled with peculiarity at the oddity of yunho’s random call. she babies yunho with question after question of whether or not he’s eaten or how his day has been—but one inquiry above all sticks to you with anxiety.

“is y/n with you?” her voice is restrained but enthusiastic and you can hear the anticipation straining from over the phone. yunho confirms her question by mentioning that you’re right there beside him, enjoying the thrill of the beach and the tourist-centric gift shop the two of you were currently exploring. his mother gasps and immediately requests that she talk to you, voice rushed and impatient. you gulp and conspicuously shake your head adamantly at yunho who only smiles devilishly and pushes the phone into your hand, taking the keychain and ornamental but beautiful shell.

“he-hello, mrs. jeong...” you mumble, and the woman squeals and greets you with a motherly tone, requesting that you call her ‘mom’ before she asks questions similar to the ones she shot at yunho earlier. the shock on your face is quite obvious, mixed with the tinge of embarrassment you harboured for doubting yunho, himself. his mother fretted about the hot weather and how she had dinner plans for when the two of you returned home—she droned about how she misses you and how her other, smaller son misses you as well. it brings an subconscious smile to your face as you converse with her, walking the shop as she laughs and makes small talk with you. your tall boyfriend watches with a simple smug glint in his eye at the mere fact that without a doubt, his mother loved you.

his mother loved you because he loved you. and because you were a dazzling soul—someone considerate and intelligent and wonderful to everyone you know. it didn’t take a genius to figure that out, but yunho doubts that his mother would think otherwise even without his countless speeches about the upsides to dating you. lately, he’s been chatting with his mother while you sleep, and nowadays the aforementioned woman’s little rambles about her infamous and affectionately labelled ‘daughter in law’ have yunho thinking.

yunho toys with the velvet lined box holding a ring in his right pocket, observing as you fiddle with different multitudes of trinkets and knickknacks, laughing with his mom over baby stories and misplaced reminiscence. soon, he thinks—because looking at you right now? there isn’t an uncertainty in his mind.

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𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞

𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.0k+ words

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: With both of your lives being so busy lately, neither of you can seem to catch a break. Mingi has always been one to spoil you, but tonight, he just wants to do something simple; something you enjoy.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: implied that reader is stressed, there’s a lot of talk about hands(?)

𝐚/𝐧: sorry I’ve been pretty absent lately~ hopefully I can make it up to you guys soon<3 until then, here’s a cute lil fluffy piece because I miss Mingi hihi

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“Promise you won’t make fun of me?” Mingi’s eyes sparkled with sincerity. You sat on the kitchen counter, looking down at Mingi as he stood innocently between your legs. His cheeks were warm under your fingertips as they traced loving circles on his skin. Mingi’s mouth remained in a gentle pout, only serving to make your heart feel even warmer. You could never say no to him when he looked at you like this; like you were his world.

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𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 '𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐫

𝐟𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞!𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐟𝐞𝐦)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.4k+ words

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: misc, fluff, a lil suggestive

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you’ve only just moved into your new house with the help of your fiancé’s friends, and it’s already utter chaos.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: swearing, ateez are dorks wbk, yeosang gets handsy, reader is embarrassed but takes revenge asap (let me know if I’ve missed anything ^^)

𝐚/𝐧: hey everyone! it’s been a while, I know, but I really wanted to post something for valentine’s day so here I am :) I hope you all have a gorgeous day, you’ve earned it <3

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“Boys, the lemonade’s almost ready!”

The tingle of lemons tickled at your nose as you inhaled the odour of the sour fruit. You squeezed the last of the lemons into the glass jug on the counter in front of you.

Your fiancé’s friends we’re at your house to help you paint the walls of your newly-bought house, and you’d all been busy since the early morning.

Pouring a generous amount of sugar into the jug, you stir the soon-to-be lemonade with a long spoon. (Last summer when you made lemonade for the boys, San whined that it wasn’t sweet enough, so you remembered to put in just a little more this time.)

Although you had called for the others already, there was no sign of them coming upstairs.

“Hey, dipshits, come get your lemonade!” You yelled at the top of your lungs. Again, no answer. At this point, you knew they were teasing you, as they always did. You sighed heavily, knowing you’d regret what you were about to do.

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𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 '𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐫

𝐟𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞!𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐟𝐞𝐦)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.4k+ words

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: misc, fluff, a lil suggestive

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you’ve only just moved into your new house with the help of your fiancé’s friends, and it’s already utter chaos.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: swearing, ateez are dorks wbk, yeosang gets handsy, reader is embarrassed but takes revenge asap (let me know if I’ve missed anything ^^)

𝐚/𝐧: hey everyone! it’s been a while, I know, but I really wanted to post something for valentine’s day so here I am :) I hope you all have a gorgeous day, you’ve earned it <3

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“Boys, the lemonade’s almost ready!”

The tingle of lemons tickled at your nose as you inhaled the odour of the sour fruit. You squeezed the last of the lemons into the glass jug on the counter in front of you.

Your fiancé’s friends we’re at your house to help you paint the walls of your newly-bought house, and you’d all been busy since the early morning.

Pouring a generous amount of sugar into the jug, you stir the soon-to-be lemonade with a long spoon. (Last summer when you made lemonade for the boys, San whined that it wasn’t sweet enough, so you remembered to put in just a little more this time.)

Although you had called for the others already, there was no sign of them coming upstairs.

“Hey, dipshits, come get your lemonade!” You yelled at the top of your lungs. Again, no answer. At this point, you knew they were teasing you, as they always did. You sighed heavily, knowing you’d regret what you were about to do.

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𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 '𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐫

𝐟𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞!𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐟𝐞𝐦)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.4k+ words

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: misc, fluff, a lil suggestive

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you’ve only just moved into your new house with the help of your fiancé’s friends, and it’s already utter chaos.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: swearing, ateez are dorks wbk, yeosang gets handsy, reader is embarrassed but takes revenge asap (let me know if I’ve missed anything ^^)

𝐚/𝐧: hey everyone! it’s been a while, I know, but I really wanted to post something for valentine’s day so here I am :) I hope you all have a gorgeous day, you’ve earned it <3

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“Boys, the lemonade’s almost ready!”

The tingle of lemons tickled at your nose as you inhaled the odour of the sour fruit. You squeezed the last of the lemons into the glass jug on the counter in front of you.

Your fiancé’s friends we’re at your house to help you paint the walls of your newly-bought house, and you’d all been busy since the early morning.

Pouring a generous amount of sugar into the jug, you stir the soon-to-be lemonade with a long spoon. (Last summer when you made lemonade for the boys, San whined that it wasn’t sweet enough, so you remembered to put in just a little more this time.)

Although you had called for the others already, there was no sign of them coming upstairs.

“Hey, dipshits, come get your lemonade!” You yelled at the top of your lungs. Again, no answer. At this point, you knew they were teasing you, as they always did. You sighed heavily, knowing you’d regret what you were about to do.

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𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 '𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐫

𝐟𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞!𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐟𝐞𝐦)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.4k+ words

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: misc, fluff, a lil suggestive

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you’ve only just moved into your new house with the help of your fiancé’s friends, and it’s already utter chaos.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: swearing, ateez are dorks wbk, yeosang gets handsy, reader is embarrassed but takes revenge asap (let me know if I’ve missed anything ^^)

𝐚/𝐧: hey everyone! it’s been a while, I know, but I really wanted to post something for valentine’s day so here I am :) I hope you all have a gorgeous day, you’ve earned it <3

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“Boys, the lemonade’s almost ready!”

The tingle of lemons tickled at your nose as you inhaled the odour of the sour fruit. You squeezed the last of the lemons into the glass jug on the counter in front of you.

Your fiancé’s friends we’re at your house to help you paint the walls of your newly-bought house, and you’d all been busy since the early morning.

Pouring a generous amount of sugar into the jug, you stir the soon-to-be lemonade with a long spoon. (Last summer when you made lemonade for the boys, San whined that it wasn’t sweet enough, so you remembered to put in just a little more this time.)

Although you had called for the others already, there was no sign of them coming upstairs.

“Hey, dipshits, come get your lemonade!” You yelled at the top of your lungs. Again, no answer. At this point, you knew they were teasing you, as they always did. You sighed heavily, knowing you’d regret what you were about to do.

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𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 '𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐫

𝐟𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞!𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐟𝐞𝐦)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.4k+ words

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: misc, fluff, a lil suggestive

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you’ve only just moved into your new house with the help of your fiancé’s friends, and it’s already utter chaos.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: swearing, ateez are dorks wbk, yeosang gets handsy, reader is embarrassed but takes revenge asap (let me know if I've missed anything ^^)

𝐚/𝐧: hey everyone! it’s been a while, I know, but I really wanted to post something for valentine’s day so here I am :) I hope you all have a gorgeous day, you’ve earned it <3

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"Boys, the lemonade's almost ready!"

The tingle of lemons tickled at your nose as you inhaled the odour of the sour fruit. You squeezed the last of the lemons into the glass jug on the counter in front of you.

Your fiancé's friends we're at your house to help you paint the walls of your newly-bought house, and you'd all been busy since the early morning.

Pouring a generous amount of sugar into the jug, you stir the soon-to-be lemonade with a long spoon. (Last summer when you made lemonade for the boys, San whined that it wasn't sweet enough, so you remembered to put in just a little more this time.)

Although you had called for the others already, there was no sign of them coming upstairs.

"Hey, dipshits, come get your lemonade!" You yelled at the top of your lungs. Again, no answer. At this point, you knew they were teasing you, as they always did. You sighed heavily, knowing you'd regret what you were about to do.

"Oh," you feigned wistfulness, "I wonder where those handsome, striking men are. I guess they don't want any lemonade. My heart longs for them to quench their thirst!" Your impression of a damsel in distress was audibly half-assed.

As if on cue, Mingi and Wooyoung ran up the stairs, followed by the other six men coming up the steps as well. San, Hongjoong, Seonghwa, and Jongho situated themselves on the ground in the living room area, still devoid of furniture. You had yet to buy any for the house.

"Is that seriously what it takes for me to get your guys' attention? Calling you handsome?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Wooyoung grinned mischievously, obviously proud of himself. He hopped up on the counter while Mingi stood next to you, looking innocently over your shoulder. Yunho joined in on the conversation, searching the kitchen cabinets for any cups.

"Well we are handsome, aren't we?" He chuckled cockily, reaching for a pack of paper cups on a shelf.

"Right?" Mingi chimed in, looking at you to see if you'd agree.

You look at them with your mouth agape; you couldn't believe the audacity they had. Before you could say anything, Yeosang finally came up the stairs, having overheard your conversation from afar.

"Hey, stop trying to squeeze compliments out of my wife, your egos are big enough as they are," he chastised playfully.

"She's technically not your wife, though," Wooyoung contested. Having known him for years, Yeosang knew Wooyoung didn't mean anything by it, but he threw him a cold glare nevertheless.

"Yet. Not my wife yet."

"So she can only compliment you, is that it?"

"Exactly."

The other men snickered at the both of them, clearly used to seeing them bicker all the time. Yunho filled nine paper cups with lemonade, giving everyone their drinks. Ignoring the immature conversation at hand, Seonghwa craned his neck to see you from where he sat.

"Y/n, could we get lunch soon? I think I speak for everyone when I say that I would kill for a burger right now." Upon hearing the word 'burger' most of the boys hummed and groaned in longing, almost drooling at the thought of it.

"Of course! I'll help Yeo out in the office to finish up what painting there is left to do, and you guys can get cleaned up and ready to go in the meantime. Sound good?" They all nodded yes at your proposal, some already making their way to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

Gulping down the rest of your lemonade, you threw the cup away and headed towards the office. Yeosang held a paint roller in both hands, finishing the last wall that needed to be painted. The thick paint dripped down his wrist, creating a long grey streak along his forearm.

"Messy as always, Yeoyeo," you sighed, taking one of his paint rollers. You dipped your finger in the paint on his wrist and booped his nose, painting the tip of his nose grey.

"Hey! That stuff's hard to clean off!" Yeosang tried to see the paint on his face, obliviously crossing his eyes. You giggled fondly at his cuteness; you could never understand how someone so witty could be so dorky. Yeosang's face fell upon hearing you laugh at him, a mischievous grin tugging at his lips. Your attention turned to the wall in front of you; you worked hard to paint as much of the surface as possible, unaware of Yeosang's actions. He painted both his hands grey, making sure the wet layer covered his whole hand.

"Y/n..." He whispered calmly. He made his way to stand behind you, tucking his face in your neck. He kept his painted hands behind him, hoping that you wouldn't notice.

"Yeosang, what are you doing? Help me paint."

He ignored you in favour of pressing gentle kisses into the crook of your neck, tracing his lips up to your ear. Your focus was drifting from the wall, all too distracted by Yeosangs lips so close to your ear. Before you could question him, his teeth nipped at your ear suggestively, catching you off guard. You turned to face him, only to be met with your fiancé's goofy smile.

"C'mon, we need to keep painting, love," you sighed exasperatedly.

"But baby..." Yeosang was proud of himself for the facade he was putting up, briefly wondering if he should've just become an actor. His lips met your forehead with an affectionate kiss as he brought his hands out from behind his back. His arms snaked around your waist, hands casually resting on your ass. This was something he did often, so you didn't think to question it. Following a playful squeeze, Yeosang took a step back, careful not to let his suspicious behaviour show. He stuck his painted hands in the pockets of the paint-stained overalls he wore, careful not to let you see.

"Why are you smiling like that? It's weird." You squint cheekily.

"I'm not smiling."

"Yeah, you are."

"No, I'm not."

"Y'know what, we can paint later. I'm hungry."

On that note, you peeked out from the doorway, checking to see if the boys were ready. Yeosang was trying his very best not to laugh, but you were too preoccupied to notice.

You exited the office room, Yeosang following your lead, and walked past the kitchen to reach the bathroom. "Just a minute, guys, I'm gonna go get cleaned up and then we'll be out of here," you assured the boys. They were crowded around the kitchen counter, finishing every last drop of lemonade. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Seonghwa's hand fly to his mouth. Hongjoong and Jongho were red with what seemed to be embarrassment; the others pursed their lips in futile attempts to stifle their boyish giggles. Yunho probably made another dick joke, you told yourself, rolling your eyes.

Just as you passed a mirror that Yoesang had unboxed the day before, two shapes on your shorts caught your eye.

Grey patches? No. Grey... handprints.

"Kang Yeosang!"

The boys finally broke down in peals of laughter. Having known them for years, you weren’t all too embarrassed, you were even tempted to laugh along with them. Instead, you opted to throw a threatening glare at your fiancé , who raised his hands before saying "It wasn't me!"

"What do you mean it wasn't you— your hands are literally grey!" You stomped toward him, reaching for his sides. "Woo, hold his arms back!"

"Yes, ma'am!"

Your fingers tickled at Yeosang's sides as Wooyoung held his arms behind his back; San pulled out his phone to record him. Upon deciding that you'd done enough, you went to change into another pair of bottoms, leaving Yeosang panting on the ground and his friends teasing him. When you came back, Yeosang crouched on the floor, tieing his laces. The other boys had already gotten their shoes on and headed out the door.

"You're paying for the food, hyung!" Jongho chirped as he stepped out the door. As Yeosang stood up, you cheekily jumped on his back, letting him give you a piggyback ride to the car. You kissed his cheek from over his shoulder, wrapping your arms around his front.

"I'll get you back for that, Yeo. Watch your back," you feigned menace.

"Mhmm, of course baby."

"And you owe me a new pair of shorts."

The silver ring on your left hand sparkled in the corner of his eye, and although you couldn't see, an enamoured smile spread across his face. He pressed a loving kiss to your hands crossed over his chest.

"Anything for you, love."

[yunhowhoitiss]

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[yunhowhoitiss]

❝𝐦.𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭❞

☼𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟  ☁︎𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭  ☾𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞  ★𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜. ♢𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ♤𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝

[𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬/𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬] [𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞]

[𝐨𝐭𝟖]

-none yet-

[𝐤.𝐡𝐣]

[𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬+𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬]

- hold on ☁︎ ♢

[𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐬]

-none yet-

[𝐩.𝐬𝐡]

[𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬+𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬]

- try harder ☁︎ ♢

- memory ☁︎ ♢

- ‘til death do us part ☁︎ ♢

[𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐬]

- none yet -

[𝐣.𝐲𝐡]

[𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬+𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬]

- cor meum ☼

- mind the gap  ☼

[𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐬]

- [17:57] ☾♢

[𝐤.𝐲𝐬]

[𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬+𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬]

-in progress!-

[𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐬]

-none yet-

[𝐜.𝐬]

[𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬+𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬]

- strawberry sweetness ☼ ♢ ♤

[𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐬]

- [3:47] ☼ ��

[𝐬.𝐦𝐠]

[𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬+𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬]

- microwave popcorn ☼ ☾

- self care ☼ ♢

[𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐬]

-none yet-

[𝐣.𝐰𝐲]

[𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬+𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬]

- responsible ♢ ★ 

[𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐬]

-none yet-

[𝐜.𝐣𝐡]

[𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬+𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬]

-none yet-

[𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐬]

- [19:27]  ☼ ♢ ♤

[yunhowhoitiss]

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