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em's note ★ i still think about this dicon pc everyday I want it sososososoo bad. based of this rec I received a while back >< how is everyone doing!?

─── ♡

lee heeseung

when you asked heeseung if you could come along to his ‘boys day’ with his friends, he didn’t even hesitate to say yes.

“hee can we maybe stop by s’phora quickly, if it’s not a hassle,” you asked, looking out behind you as heeseung pulled out of the parking lot. honestly, you felt bad for asking to go to so many places and more so bad having jake and jay being dragged along in the backseat of the car.

“you don’t even have to ask, princess” heeseung said, glancing at you with a small smile before turning his attention back to the road.

more under the cut ><

“speak for yourself,” jay groaned, leaning his head back against the seat.

“heeseung you know we’re going to be sitting in the sephora parking lot for like, an hour then right?” jake teased adding on to jay’s comment.

you rolled your eyes, already expecting this kind of reaction from jay. “i’ll be quick, i swear,” you said, though you knew deep down that was probably a lie.

heeseung let out a soft chuckle, reaching over to rest his hand on your thigh reassuringly. “take your time, baby, don’t worry about them.”

“ugh, you guys make me sick,” jay’s voice rang from behind the two of you, making you both laugh.

“yeah, yeah,” heeseung called back, completely unbothered, turning back to you and pressing a kiss to the top of your head lovingly.

─── ♡

park jongseong

you searched through your bag to find your card, but before you could pull it out, jay put his hand on yours, stopping you, instead pulling out his own card to hand to the waiter.

“put her split part of the bill on my card,” he said, flashing you a knowing smile, his fingers brushing yours in a way that sent a tiny shiver up your spine.

“are you gonna pay for the rest of us now?” sunghoon asked looking at the rest of the table then back at jay

you blinked in surprise, looking between jay and his card. “jay, you don’t have to—”

“don’t even start,” he cut you off smoothly, flashing you a teasing smirk before turning back to the waiter. “just hers.”

“you’re acting like you’re my boyfriend,” you huffed, crossing your arms, despite the rosy pink cheeks.

jay snorted, tilting his head at you with a lazy grin. “and what about it? someone’s gotta take care of you, princess. plus i don’t know if you even have enough money in your bank account.” his thumb lightly grazed the back of your hand before he pulled away, leaving a ghost of warmth behind.

“jay, it’s just splitting $15 for a dinner bill. i’m not that broke,” you retaliated despite the bill already paying the bill.

“i’m serious,” jay said, his voice a little softer now. “just let me do something nice for you, yeah?”

you sighed, feeling the tension ease from your shoulders. jay had always looked out for you in his own way—teasing, bickering, and acting like a pain, but always there when it mattered.

“fine,” you relented, nudging his foot under the table. “but next time, i’m paying for you.”

jay grinned. “we’ll see about that.”

sunghoon, who had been watching the whole exchange, shook his head. “so what i’m hearing is, if we all keep acting cute, jay will pay for our food too?”

jay shot him a glare. “don’t push your luck.”

─── ♡

sim jaeyun

"hi angel," jake called out, his voice softer than usual, like the words were meant just for you.

you looked up from your spot on the grass, blinking at him as he approached, hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket. his usual sharp, confident stride slowed as he neared, a telltale sign that you had his full attention.

"hi, jake," you greeted, stretching your legs out in front of you. "you're late."

"yeah, yeah," he muttered, plopping down beside you without hesitation. "i had practice. coach wouldn’t let us leave on time."

"so you ran here," you pointed out, catching the way his breathing was still slightly uneven.

he shrugged, looking away like it wasn’t a big deal. "it's whatever."

except it wasn’t. you knew jake well enough to know that he never rushed anywhere—except when it came to you.

"you didn’t have to rush," you murmured, nudging his knee with yours.

"i wanted to angel. just for you," his response was simple, quiet, but it made warmth bloom in your chest.

you grinned, reaching into the little bag beside you. "well, lucky for you, i saved you some snacks."

his eyes softened instantly, and any lingering frustration from practice disappeared as he took the food from your hands. "only you would think of that," he said, shaking his head fondly.

"of course," you said, leaning against his shoulder like it was second nature. "what else am i gonna do while waiting for my favorite person?"

he didn’t reply, but you felt the way his shoulder relaxed under you, the tension in his body melting away. jake was guarded with most people, always keeping up a front. but with you, it was different. with you, he didn’t have to be anything but himself.

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park sunghoon

if there’s one thing you hate the most in the world, it’s the fact that your body loves to get hungry in the middle of the night, even after a large dinner from earlier. tonight was another example of this burning hatred, you’d woken up right back at 3am feeling hungry all over again.

you blinked at the ceiling, debating whether you had the energy to get out of bed or if you could somehow fall back asleep and dream about food instead. but the quiet rumble in your stomach said otherwise.

you were just about to kick off the covers when you felt a warm hand brush against your waist.

“where are you going?” sunghoon mumbled, voice raspy and heavy with sleep.

you froze for a second, caught, before whispering, “i’m hungry.”

he didn’t respond right away. you figured he’d drift back to sleep. but then you heard the rustle of blankets and felt him sit up.

“what do you want?” he asked, already reaching for his hoodie tossed over the chair. “ramyeon? toast? those weird frozen dumplings you like?”

you sat up too, guilt creeping in. “hoon, you don’t have to—”

“shh,” he said, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “my girl’s hungry. that’s an emergency.”

you smiled, watching him shuffle around the kitchen with bed hair and mismatched socks, blinking under the harsh fridge light like he hadn’t just been sound asleep seconds ago. his tired eyes, with dark circles under them suddenly vanishing whenever he looked your way at the kitchen island.

he looked ridiculous. and perfect.

you padded over and hugged him from behind, resting your cheek between his shoulder blades.

“you’re soft,” you mumbled.

“only for you,” he said, dropping a dumpling into the pan with one hand and holding yours with the other. he gave you a tight squeeze, then let go, only to bring both hands to cup your face and pepper light kisses to the top of your head.

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kim sunoo

it’s raining outside—the soft kind of rain that makes the windows fog up and everything smell like earth and quiet.

the two of you are curled up in bed with the comforter pulled high whilst 2 pairs of hands lay above a wooden bed tray splayed out. bottles on bottles of nail polish remain on the side. bottles of pastel blues, milky pinks, glittery silvers, whatever you had plus whatever sunoo thought would look cute to adorn you.

on the tv plays some stupid reality tv show the two of you are half invested in, giving occasional reactions to the people, and their rash choices in their love lives.

“okay, next hand,” he murmurs gently, like the two of you are in a bubble no one else can reach. your fingers are cold from the fan still spinning quietly above. he warms them first by huffing a slow stream of warm air, then cupping your hands between his as if they’re porcelain.

“this color’s cute,” he says, uncapping a light yellow shade and leaning forward with all the focus in the world. his brows knit together as he carefully paints each nail, tongue peeking out a little in concentration.

“when did you learn to do this?” you giggle at his knitted brows as he hyperfixates on fixing your index finger.

he beams with pride, “my sister taught me how,” his cheeks turning into balloons of a peachy pink, as he looks up at you.

“figured i’d need to know someday, just for you sunshine” he adds with a soft shrug, like it was the most natural thing in the world—to learn a delicate skill just in case someone like you might need it. you don’t say anything, but the warmth blooming in your chest says enough. sunoo, who bickered with his friends like a firecracker, who rarely let people touch his stuff, who rolled his eyes at the smallest inconveniences—was always, always soft with you.

while you leave your fingers under the mini uv light sunoo bought, the two of you move your focus back to the laptop screen. sunoo cards his fingers through your hair like it’s the only thing he was ever meant to do.

─── ♡

yang jungwon

god forbid a man want to spend time with his girlfriend. it’d been 6 days since the last time any of jungwon’s friends had last seen him. lo’ and behold he was at your place in the last 6 days, only leaving only once when you begged him to buy another box of microwave popcorn.

every time one of them texted asking where he was, he’d leave them on read—too busy curled up beside you on your couch, flipping through your shared playlist or trying to beat you in a game neither of you were particularly good at.

if they hadn’t known how incredibly attached by the hip he was to you, they would’ve automatically assumed you yourself was holding him hostage, but no. jungwon was staying put of his own choice.

“wonie you should really text your friends back and go catch lunch with them,” you urged him, whilst his arms clung put against your body, holding you as if you’d run away from your own apartment that now housed him.

he only groaned in response, face tucked into the crook of your neck, voice muffled. “don’t wanna,” he mumbled, fingers tracing random shapes against your side. “they’ll live. i see them all the time. i don’t get to see you all the time doll,”

“won we’re literally 30 minutes apart,” your voice trails off, and before you can reprimand him further for not responding to his friends, he reluctantly types texts something on his phone then swipes it off and sets it down.

“ill get lunch with them tomorrow,” he starts, “i guess,”

you roll your eyes at the exaggerated sigh he lets out, but you’re smiling, and he catches it—smirking a little as if he’s won something. “you’re so clingy,” you tease, poking his cheek gently.

jungwon only shrugs, tugging you closer like that was the plan all along. “yeah,” he says, matter-of-factly, not even pretending to deny it. “but only for you.”

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nishimura riki

if there’s one thing riki treasures most in life, it’d be you. obviously. concerningly close second is his nintendo switch.

whenever riki has jake and sunghoon over, he cannot bear to leave them in the room alone with it, out of pure fear of them messing up his stats.

no matter if they’re playing fortnite or mariokart, or god forbid minecraft, riki HAS to be there to supervise them.

“bro i’m literally just customizing your kart,” jake would argue.

“exactly,” riki would snap, snatching the console back. “mine.”

and yet, for reasons no one can fully comprehend, you're the only person on earth allowed to touch it without supervision. even when he’s not home. even when you're playing animal crossing and accidentally dig up half his flowers. even when you log onto fortnite and tank his precious KD.

“rik,” you frown once, glancing up at him mid-game, “i think i might’ve… blown up the garden.”

he peers over your shoulder, squints at the pixelated chaos, then shrugs.

“you’re lucky you’re cute baby.”

“wow. so if i weren’t?”

“you’d be no different than jake and sunghoon.”

he honestly could not care. even when he’s around watching you play, he doesn’t dare say a word, because no game is worth a miniscule of frustration to you.

“it’s fine,” he shrugs when jake gasps in horror after finding out. “she can do whatever.”

if you’re happy? then the switch can burn.

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