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AAAAAAA MY CHEOL FEELS

Just One More (I Swear!)

Pairing: Seungcheol x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Humor, Established Relationship

wc: 650 words

Summary: You just want to keep kissing your boyfriend, and Seungcheol pretends to suffer. (he does not!!)

“Babe, seriously—”

“Just one more,” you insist, leaning in before Seungcheol can finish his sentence. Your lips press against his in a quick, warm kiss, and you feel him sigh against your mouth.

“That’s what you said ten kisses ago,” he mumbles as you pull away, his hands already resting on your waist.

You shrug, eyes twinkling. “Yeah, and I meant it every time.”

Seungcheol shakes his head, amusement flickering in his dark eyes. “You have a problem.”

“A you problem.”

“Me?” He laughs, tilting his head back. “I’m literally sitting here, minding my own business—”

“Oh, please.” You roll your eyes before leaning in again, catching his lips in another kiss, this one longer. His hands instinctively tighten around your waist, pulling you closer, and for a second, you think he’s about to kiss you back properly—but then he pulls away with an exaggerated groan.

“Baaaaabe—” he drawls, falling back onto the couch like he’s being tortured.

“What?” You blink innocently, hovering over him. “You don’t like kissing me?”

Seungcheol opens his mouth, probably to tease you, but then you pout—big, dramatic, bottom-lip-jutting-out pout. He pauses. You see the moment he falters, his eyes flickering to your lips before he exhales sharply.

“…That’s not fair.”

You grin. “I know.”

You don’t wait for him to complain again before kissing him once more. It’s soft and slow this time, your hands sliding up to cup his face, thumbs brushing over his jawline. You feel the way his body relaxes under you, the way his fingers dig into your hips as he lets himself melt into it.

And just when he starts to tilt his head, deepening the kiss—

You pull away.

Seungcheol lets out the biggest whine you’ve ever heard, his grip on your waist tightening. “Oh, come on.”

You giggle. “What?”

“That was mean.”

You feign innocence. “What was?”

“You know what.” His eyes narrow, but there’s no real anger behind them, only a frustrated kind of fondness. “You can’t just kiss me like that and then stop.”

“Like what?” You bat your lashes. “I was just giving you ‘one more’ like I said.”

Seungcheol groans, dropping his head back against the couch. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Unfortunately.”

You gasp dramatically. “Oh? Unfortunately?”

Before you can roll off him in mock offense, he grabs you, flipping you onto your back in one smooth movement. His weight settles over you, pinning you down, and suddenly, he’s the one smirking.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Your breath catches slightly. “Uh—”

“Oh, now you have nothing to say?” His voice drops slightly, teasing. “That’s cute.”

You glare at him. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t,” he mimics your tone perfectly, grinning.

And then, before you can protest, he kisses you. Properly. Deep, warm, slow, like he’s trying to make you forget about every other kiss before this.

When he finally pulls away, you’re breathless.

“…Okay, yeah,” you admit, dazed. “Maybe that was a little better.”

Seungcheol chuckles. “Now you’re satisfied?”

“…No.” You grin, tugging him back down.

He doesn’t complain this time.

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still in so much denial about wonwoo :(

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[01:44] - kim mingyu

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mingyu barely has the energy to kick off his shoes when he finally steps through the front door. his entire body aches, exhaustion weighing him down like bricks, but when he sees you curled up on the couch, waiting for him, something in his chest warms.

"you're still up?" he mumbles, rubbing at his eyes as he makes his way over to you.

you nod, patting the empty space beside you. "wanted to wait for you."

mingyu sighs, dropping onto the couch with a dramatic groan before shifting closer, his head resting lightly against your shoulder. the tv hums in the background, playing some random show neither of you are really watching.

he tries, he really does, but the warmth of your presence, the steady sound of your breathing, the way your fingers absentmindedly trace patterns on his arm—it all lulls him into a haze. his eyes flutter shut once, twice, and each time he forces them back open, fighting against the exhaustion pulling him under.

you notice, of course. "gyu," you murmur, glancing at him. "you're falling asleep."

"no 'm not," he protests, though it comes out as more of a slurred mumble.

you huff a soft laugh. "come on, let's go to bed."

but mingyu whines, turning his face into your shoulder, voice muffled. "don't wanna. missed you too much. wanna spend time with you."

"gyu, we can spend time together in bed," you reason, shifting to face him properly.

he pouts. "but i just got here."

you smile, reaching out to cup his cheek, thumb stroking gently. "if you come to bed, i'll cuddle you. you can be the small spoon."

his eyes light up just a little at that, lips pursing like he's considering it very seriously. "... promise?".

"promise."

with a dramatic sigh, mingyu finally relents, letting you pull him up. he leans on you the entire way to the bedroom, half-asleep by the time he flops onto the mattress. true to your word, you wrap your arms around him from behind, holding him close as he melts into your warmth.

"best deal ever," he mumbles sleepily, nuzzling into your touch.

you press a soft kiss to the back of his neck. "goodnight, gyu."

he hums in response, and within seconds, he's out like a light.

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GRRR SO CUTE

heads up: no actual cheating i promise haha (vague food mentions, reader was sick). mr stage actor!mingoo <3

"... i can explain."

mingyu's standing in the door of your apartment, face stained with various shades of lipstick. you stand there, arms crossed over your chest as you survey your boyfriend fully, and seem to successfully pull off the curiously-pissed-off-partner look. it's late, he looks tired and like he's been drinking, but you know why he's stumbling in now.

"everyone started kissing my face!" he says, hands up and defensive. "i told them to quit it because you'd get the wrong idea-"

"is she pretty?" your arms hug a little tighter against your chest, frowning at him. "do you like her more than me?"

"no! there was no--i mean, there's a couple women in our cast, but--"

it's a little cute to see him worked up like this. as if seungcheol didn't immediately send you the video after his final bow with the entire cast attacking your boyfriend with kisses once the curtains closed. the way he laughed, and then complained (he'd rather it be you kissing him, but, alas, you've been home sick all day and missed his final show), and the way he never washed his face because someone yelled out they'd all do it again if he did. it had warmed your heart to see how loved he was by his cast. maybe he'd work with them again down the road, but for now he was going to enjoy having a little time to laze around with you before he has to begin rehearsals for his next show.

and mingyu realizes when you stop giving him that look that you know. and he chuckles, immediately making his way over to pepper kisses on your face. "who showed you?"

"who do you think?" you giggle, and then try to duck away from him. "i'm still sick!"

"i don't care!" he pulls you back into his arms, giggling. he just stands there in the open doorway, holding you tight. "i missed you."

"i'm sorry--"

"don't." he presses one final kiss against your jaw, close to your ear, before he lets you go. "did you like the soup i left for you?"

your face grows a little warmer: even when he's busy, he makes time to care for you. "it helped a lot."

"good." the door is shut. he takes your hand, already guiding you back to bed. "i'll be in soon. wait for me?"

you snort a little, the tiny reference to the show he's walking away from not lost on you. you kiss his knuckles. "i will."

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dad!mingyu is my guilty pleasure fr this was so cute and wholesome 🥺🥺🥺🥺

DOUBLE DUTY

With you gone away for the weekend, Mingyu is left alone to take care of your two handful, but adorable, little boys.

❧ PAIRING; mingyu x reader

❧ GENRE; fluff

❧ TAGS/WARNINGS; established relationship, humour, FLUFF, mingyu as a dad of twins, slightly suggestive tones

❧ WORDCOUNT; 5k

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▍FRIDAY, 14 APRIL 2028

[20:35 p.m.]

Finally arriving home after a long and exhausting day, Mingyu kicked off his shoes and let out a deep sigh as he collapsed onto the sofa. “Finally, peace,” he mumbled to himself, stretching his arms over his head.

His moment of relaxation, however, was short-lived as two loud, high-pitched cries echoed through the house, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps coming from upstairs. His eyes shot open before he squeezed them shut again, groaning softly.

“Hey babe,” you greeted as you entered the living room, holding your four-month-old twin boys in your arms. A tired but warm smile spread across your face as you rocked them gently, trying to calm their restless cries.

“Aw, look, boys. Daddy’s home,” you cooed, shifting your hold on them slightly.

Mingyu sat up, rubbing his face before extending his arms toward you. “Here, give them to me,” he sighed, knowing his break was officially over.

You hesitated for a moment before handing them over. “I’m sorry. I know you had a long day, but they just won’t stop crying. I’ve tried everything,” you said, looking at him apologetically.

“It’s okay,” Mingyu reassured you, offering a small, tired smile. He took the twins from you with ease and craddled them in his strong arms.

“Seojoon, Kihyun, have you been stressing Mummy out? Hmm?” his voice softened as he gently rocked them.

To your astonishment, the cries came to an abrupt stop. The twins blinked up at him with wide, curious eyes, their tiny fists clinging to his shirt. You let out a small, disbelieving laugh.

“Seriously, how do you even do that?”

Mingyu grinned smugly, bouncing them lightly in his arms. “What can I say? I’m a magic daddy. I can do anything” he puffed out his chest in mock pride, clearly pleased with himself.

You crossed your arms, shaking your head in amusement. “Great, because you’re gonna be taking care of them for two days while I’m in Busan,” you announced, smiling sweetly.

Mingyu’s smile vanished instantly. His head snapped up, his expression one of pure shock. “What?!” he nearly shouted.

“I’m going to Busan with the girls,” you explained calmly, sitting beside him on the sofa.

“I haven’t had a proper hangout with them since I found out I was pregnant. I just…I need some time for myself with my friends, you know?”

Mingyu’s mouth opened and closed like a fish, his eyes darting between you and the babies. “B-But—”

“You’re going to do a great job. I know it,” you interrupted, pressing a quick peck to his lips before he could protest further.

Mingyu exhaled dramatically and slumped back into the sofa while still holding the twins. “You’re really doing this to me, huh?”

“You’ll survive,” you teased, ruffling his hair.

Mingyu looked down at Seojoon and Kihyun, who were now staring up at him expectantly. “You guys better go easy on me, alright?” he muttered, causing you to laugh.

“Okay,” you sighed, standing up and stretching.

“I’m going to take a quick shower. Can you try putting them to sleep? By the time I’m done, I’ll heat up your dinner, okay?”

Mingyu gave a small nod, already bouncing the twins gently in his arms again. “Yeah, yeah, I got this,” he said, though the uncertainty in his voice was evident.

You smiled, watching him for a moment before heading toward the bathroom, leaving him alone with his sons and a newfound sense of responsibility.

As soon as you disappeared from view, Mingyu looked down at the babies again. “Alright, little guys…let’s make a deal. If you both go to sleep quickly, Daddy won’t completely lose his mind, okay?”

The twins only blinked up at him, completely unfazed. Mingyu groaned, already feeling the pressure of the next two days ahead.

“No way is she leaving me alone with these two,” Mingyu muttered to himself as he looked down at his two babies.

He loved his boys more than anything, but the idea of handling both of them on his own for two whole days made his stomach twist. Taking care of one baby alone was already a challenge, but twins? That was a whole different level of chaos. Having you by his side usually made things manageable — one of you could handle the diaper changes while the other soothed the other baby. But now, with you leaving for the weekend, he was about to experience the full force of parenthood alone.

He let out a sigh, running a hand through his messy hair. The twins were staring up at him with wide, innocent eyes, completely oblivious to his internal panic. “You two better go easy on me,” he mumbled, picking them up carefully. “Or else I might not survive until your mum comes back.”

Balancing work, house chores, and two constantly demanding infants was not something he had mentally prepared for. He had watched you do it almost with ease, and he swore you had some kind of superpower. But he wasn’t sure he had what it took. If the twins decided to have one of their infamous sleepless nights, he’d be doomed.

Mingyu sighed again as he sat down on the couch, rocking the twins gently in his arms. “Let’s just hope daddy doesn’t burn the house down while he’s at it,” he joked, pressing soft kisses on their tiny foreheads. “And please, don’t give daddy a hard time.”

His voice was soft and soothing, and eventually, the twins’ eyes started drooping. Within minutes, they were fast asleep, curled up peacefully on his chest. The warmth of their little bodies, the steady breathing was comforting. So comforting, in fact, that Mingyu didn’t even realise when his own eyes started fluttering shut.

By the time you arrived home, you found all three of them knocked out on the couch. A smile spread across your lips at the sight. Mingyu, who was so panicked about taking care of them, was now sleeping peacefully with the babies resting on his chest. It was an image of pure love.

You walked over and gently shook his shoulder. “Gyu, babe, wake up.”

Mingyu stirred, and soon his eyes fluttered open to see you standing above him. His gaze shifted to the twins who were still asleep, and then back to you.

“Go freshen up,” you told him, carefully lifting the babies into your arms. “I’ll put these two in bed and heat up your food.”

Mingyu groaned but nodded, stretching as he got up and trudged upstairs for a hot shower.

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After dinner, the two of you crawled into bed together. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, resting his chin on top of your head. He let out a content sigh as he held the exhaustion of the day settling in.

“What time are you leaving?” he asked, his voice groggy from sleep.

“The train is at six in the morning” you snuggled closer.

Your husband groaned dramatically, tightening his grip around you. “Do you really have to go? Can’t we just drop the twins at my mum’s place and you take me with you instead?”

You chuckled. “It’s just me and the girls, honey. Girls,” you emphasised.

“Don’t leave me alone with the twins, it’s going to be a nightmare” he pouted.

“Stop acting like a child Gyu,” you teased, rolling your eyes. “I’m only going away for two days, not two years.”

“But two days is a long time,” he whined.

“You’ll be fine,” you reassured him. “If you need help, just call your mum.”

Mingyu huffed, clearly not satisfied with your response. “Ugh, you better have something nice planned for me when you come back as a thank you.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes again. “Fine.”

“Good.”

He pulled you even closer with a firm but comforting grip. The warmth radiating from his body, the way his fingers traced soothing circles against your back — it was enough to make you feel at home, no matter where you were going the next day.

Even though Mingyu was being dramatic, you knew he would be okay. He loved those boys more than anything in the world, and no matter how exhausted he’d be by the end of the weekend, he would take care of them with all the love in his heart.

▍SATURDAY, 15 APRIL 2028

[04:45 a.m.]

The next morning came quicker than you had hoped. You groggily got out of bed while rubbing your tired eyes as you heard the soft cries of your babies from their cot. Letting out a small sigh, you pushed yourself up and walked over to them, smiling as they looked up at you with their big, innocent eyes. They had no idea that you were leaving for two days, and in a way, you were glad. If they knew, you were sure they’d throw a fit.

You picked them up one by one, balancing them in your arms as you gently rocked them. “Good morning my little angels,” you cooed softly.

They gurgled in response, one of them reaching out to touch your face. You laughed and pressed kisses on both their foreheads before carrying them over to the changing table. After changing their nappies and feeding them, you placed them back in their cot, making sure they were comfortable before heading to the bathroom to freshen up.

Meanwhile, Mingyu was still in bed, snoring softly. You glanced at him and shook your head with a fond smile. He had been so dramatic about you leaving, but here he was, still fast asleep while you were the one up early, taking care of the twins.

By the time you were done getting ready, Mingyu had finally woken up. He stumbled into the bathroom, rubbing his face as he tried to wake himself up. After brushing his teeth and fixing his hair that looked like a bird’s nest, he walked into the room where you were putting on your earrings.

“Alright, I’m ready,” you said, giving yourself one last look in the mirror.

Mingyu wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and nuzzled his face into your neck. “I still can’t believe you’re actually leaving me alone with these two little devils,” he whined, placing a soft kiss on your skin.

You gasped dramatically, turning in his arms to face him. “Did you just call my babies devils? Don’t forget they’re your little devils too,” you poked his chest.

Mingyu groaned, resting his forehead against yours. “Mmhmm, I know, but they’re a handful. How am I going to manage without you babe?”

You smirked, pulling away slightly. “You said you’re a ‘magic daddy,’ right? You should be fine,” you teased, playfully rolling your eyes.

He let out a long sigh of defeat, wrapping his arms around you tightly. “I just know this is going to be the most exhausting two days of my life.”

You laughed, patting his back. “You’ll live.”

Mingyu buried his face in your neck again, pressing soft kisses along your skin before gently nipping at it. “Can’t wait for you to come back so I can fuck you so har—”

“Okay, that’s enough,” you quickly cut him off, pushing him away slightly with a knowing look.

Mingyu pouted but didn’t argue. Instead, you took a deep breath and went into full mom mode. “Listen, I’ve already topped up my breast milk in the feeding bottles. They should last for today, and for tomorrow, just feed them formula. Don’t forget to help them burp before putting them to sleep. Don’t bathe them at once — you know that.”

“And I’ve already prepared food for you, so don’t even think about cooking. I don’t want to come back to a burnt house. If you need help, just call your mum. Got it?”

Mingyu blinked at you, looking like you were speaking an entirely different language. He took a second to process everything before nodding slowly.

“Got it,” he mumbled.

Mingyu wasn’t exactly the worst cook. In fact, he was almost as good as you. He thought you meant it in the sense that you wanted him to avoid going to the kitchen to cook with his brain in shambles.

You smiled, placing your hands on his cheeks. “I know it’s a lot baby, but I’m sure you’ll do just fine. Thank you, and I love you so much.”

Mingyu softened at your words, pulling you into a passionate kiss. “I love you too. Don’t forget to message me when you reach, okay?”

You nodded. “Don’t worry, I will. You just focus on the boys and call your mum if you need help.”

Mingyu sighed, giving you a reluctant nod. You pulled away from him and grabbed your mini suitcase, taking one last look around the room. Walking over to the nursery, you leaned down and kissed both your babies goodbye.

“Aw, I’m going to miss my babies. Don’t bother daddy too much, okay? I love you,” you whispered, pressing one last kiss on their rosy cheeks.

Mingyu stood in the doorway, watching as you reluctantly pulled away. As much as you teased him for being dramatic, you knew you were going to miss them just as much.

And with that, you finally walked out, leaving Mingyu alone in the house with the twins.

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[07:45 a.m.]

It had been two hours since you left, and the house already felt different without you. Mingyu sat in his office with fingers flying across the keyboard as he tried to concentrate on his work.

The silence in the house was almost eerie, but he knew it wouldn’t last long. The twins were still sleeping in the nursery which gave him a rare moment of peace, but he wasn’t naïve enough to think it would last forever.

Leaning back in his chair, he rubbed his face with his hands and let out a deep sigh. “Gosh, I have so much work to do,” he muttered to himself.

He looked at the long list of unfinished tasks on his screen. He was already behind, and now that he was alone with the twins, catching up seemed nearly impossible.

“I hope the twins let me finish this on time,” he mumbled, shaking his head.

Taking up his determination again, he leaned forward and focused on his work. He managed to get a good thirty minutes in before a loud cry broke through the silence.

Mingyu froze.

Another cry followed immediately after, and before he could process what was happening, the nursery erupted into full-blown wails.

“Fuck!” he groaned, already dreading what was coming. He had been hoping — praying even — that they would sleep a little longer. Clearly, he had been too optimistic.

He pushed back his chair and quickly made his way to the nursery. The moment he stepped inside, he found the twins lying in their cot as they both cried their little lungs out. But despite their distress, they were still holding hands with their tiny fingers wrapped around each other’s in a way that made Mingyu’s heart melt.

His first instinct was to take out his phone and snap a picture. “Ah, they’re too cute,” he murmured, smiling softly as he captured the moment. He sent the photo to you with a simple caption: They miss their mummy already.

But before he could admire their cuteness any longer, reality hit him again. “Okay, focus. First of all, why are they crying?” he muttered to himself.

“Are they hungry? Do they need their nappies changed? Are they too hot or too cold?”

He let out a small sigh, running a hand through his hair. How did you do this every day? He was already overwhelmed, and it had barely been two hours.

He crouched down beside the cot and stuck out his pinky finger, gently caressing their chubby cheeks to see if they were hungry. When neither of them made an attempt to suck on his finger, he sighed in relief.

“Well, they’re definitely not hungry, so that means…” he trailed off before his nose caught a whiff of something absolutely foul.

“Oh no,” he muttered, already dreading what was coming next.

Taking a deep breath, he picked up Seojoon first and carefully placed him on the changing table. The moment he undid the nappy, a strong stench filled the air that made him gag.

“Gosh, baby, how much do you poop?” he whined, his face scrunching up in absolute horror. He grabbed the wet wipes and got to work, doing his best to breathe through his mouth. It took everything in him not to throw up, but he somehow managed to get Seojoon cleaned up and into a fresh nappy.

“Alright, one down, one to go,” he sighed as he wiped sweat from his forehead.

Next was Kihyun. Mingyu looked at his youngest son and narrowed his eyes. “Kihyun-ah, please no surprises, or daddy will be upset,” he warned playfully, though he knew deep down that his warning meant nothing.

And sure enough, the moment he removed Kihyun’s nappy, he was met with the ultimate betrayal. A sudden stream of pee shot up straight at him.

“Oh my god no! My favorite shirt!” he gasped as he looked down at himself in absolute horror. His once-clean shirt was now covered in baby wee.

Kihyun, of course, had no idea what he had just done. He simply kicked his little feet and let out a happy giggle, as if he hadn’t just ruined his father’s entire day.

Mingyu groaned, tossing his head back. “I can’t believe this. Y/n, you are going to have to pay me for this,” he whined to no one in particular.

Still grumbling under his breath, he quickly finished cleaning and dressing Kihyun. Once both boys were finally clean and in fresh clothes, he picked them up, and held one in each arm.

“Let’s get you both dressed and fed, hmm? Daddy really needs to finish his work, please,” he pouted, hoping the twins would magically understand his plea.

He carried them downstairs to the living room and settled them in their baby bouncers before preparing their bottles. After testing the temperature, he carefully fed them one by one, making sure they were drinking enough before burping them just like you had instructed.

Once they were fed and happy, he checked the time and felt his eyes widen in shock.

“Did I really spend almost three hours with these two?!” he panicked, looking between the twins and the clock. He had only planned to take a short break, but somehow, nearly his entire morning was consumed by nappy disasters and baby cuddles.

He let out a deep sigh and looked down at the twins who were now sleeping peacefully in their bouncers. They looked so angelic when they weren’t crying.

Carefully, he picked them up and carried them back to the nursery before tucking them into their cot as quietly as possible. He stood there for a moment and just watched them, feeling his heart swelling with so much love.

Despite all the chaos, he couldn’t deny how much he adored them. He never imagined that being a father would be this exhausting, but at the same time, he wouldn’t trade it for the world.

With one last glance at his sleeping babies, he tiptoed out of the nursery and headed back to his office. He had a feeling it wouldn’t be long before they woke up again, and he needed to get as much work done as possible before the next round of chaos began.

▍MONDAY, 17 APRIL 2028

[13:25 p.m.]

Two days had passed since you left, and Mingyu never felt so drained in his entire life. He always knew that taking care of twins would be challenging, but experiencing it firsthand without you made him realise just how much effort you put into raising them every day while he was mostly at work. He barely got any sleep, his meals consisted of whatever quick snacks he could find, and his workload had only piled up further.

So, the moment his mother stepped through the front door, he wasted no time throwing himself at her and hugging her tightly like a desperate child.

“Mum, can you make me kimchi fried rice?” he asked in exhaustion.

His mother blinked at him, clearly unimpressed. “Is that why you called me?” she asked, raising a brow at her grown son, who was acting like a helpless teenager.

Mingyu nodded eagerly as he looked at her with pleading eyes. “Mumma, please, it took me so long to put the twins to sleep and do my work. Can you just make me food, please?” he pouted, his lower lip jutting out as he attempted to win her over.

His mother let out a deep sigh, shaking her head in disbelief. “My goodness, you’re almost thirty-one, and you still depend on your mother for a simple dish that even a twelve-year-old could make?” she scolded.

“Mumma, please,” he whined dramatically as he dragged out the last syllable for extra effect.

His mother rolled her eyes but relented anyway. “Alright, fine,” she said before making her way towards the kitchen.

Mingyu instantly lit up. “I love you! You’re the best!” he cheered.

“Oh shush, you’ll wake my grandsons up,” his mother snapped, sending him a sharp glare before disappearing into the kitchen.

Mingyu sighed in relief and collapsed onto the couch, stretching his sore limbs. “Ah, finally, I can rest—”

But before he could even finish his sentence, a familiar sound cut through the house.

One loud cry.

Then another.

His entire body tensed.

He squeezed his eyes shut and let out a groan. Rubbing his face with his hand, he released a long, exaggerated fake cry of frustration. It was like they had a built-in sensor that activated whenever he dared to relax.

Dragging himself off the couch, Mingyu sluggishly made his way up the stairs to the nursery. When he reached the doorway, he leaned against the frame and stared at his two little boys who were both wailing in unison.

“Seojoon, Kihyun, babies…why do you always cry when Daddy wants to rest, hmm?” he questioned with a whiny voice.

“Do you two have a personal mission to make sure I never get a break?”

Despite his complaints, he walked over. He gently scooped them up wnr cradled one in each arm. The moment they were in his embrace, their cries softened into little sniffles. He sighed, shaking his head as he rocked them in slow, rhythmic motions.

“Good thing Mummy is coming back today, or I’ll go crazy without her,” he murmured with a small chuckle before pressing gentle kisses to their heads.

These past two days felt like two weeks for Mingyu. He did his best to balance work and taking care of the twins, but it was nearly impossible. He barely managed to answer a few emails before one of them needed feeding, burping, or a nappy change. And just when he thought he was getting the hang of it, another curveball would be thrown his way.

The sleepless nights were the worst. He hadn’t gotten a single night of proper rest since you left. Every time he managed to doze off, one of the twins would start crying, waking the other in the process. By the time he soothed them back to sleep, he was wide awake himself, unable to go back to bed before the next round of cries started.

His mother was a great help, but he didn’t want to disturb her too much. She already raised her children, and he didn’t want to burden her with his responsibilities. Still, he had to admit that her presence today was a lifesaver.

As much as he loved being a father, he knew he couldn’t do this alone. He needed you. He missed you.

Glancing down at the twins, he smiled tiredly. “You know, your Mummy is the strongest person I know. I have no idea how she does this every day, and I respect her even more after these past two days,” he whispered.

The twins stared up at him with wide, innocent eyes, their tiny fingers curling around his shirt. Mingyu sighed, feeling his heart swelling with love despite his exhaustion.

“You two are my biggest blessings, you know that?” he murmured softly.

You and Mingyu went through so much to have them. The doctors initially told you that you had a low chance of getting pregnant, and you prepared yourselves for the possibility of never having children. But then, against all odds, you were blessed with not just one but two beautiful baby boys. They were a miracle — your miracles.

And despite all the sleepless nights, the endless diaper changes, and the complete chaos they brought into his life, Mingyu wouldn’t trade them for anything.

Still.

He really, really couldn’t wait for you to come home.

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After finally putting the twins back to sleep, Mingyu let out a heavy sigh and stretched his sore muscles. He barely managed to sit down when he heard his phone vibrating on the table. Looking at the screen, his heart leaped a little at the sight of your name flashing across it.

Without wasting a second, he grabbed his phone and answered, not bothering with pleasantries. “Babe, where are you? I’m waiting,” he said, his voice slightly hoarse from tiredness.

A small scoff came from the other end. “Rude. No hello or anything?” you teased.

Mingyu smiled at the sound of your voice. He didn’t care if you were scolding him; just hearing you made the past two days feel a little more bearable.

“Anyways,” you continued, “I’m in the taxi. Just left the airport.”

He leaned back in the chair and exhaled in relief. “Hmm, did you have fun?” he asked, picturing you finally relaxing after your much-needed break.

“So much fun,” you said, though there was a certain longing in your tone. “But I can’t wait to see you and the boys. I missed you three so much.”

Mingyu’s heart warmed. He missed you more than words could express, but he still couldn’t help teasing you. “I missed you too, but you know who misses you more?”

“Who can that be?” you asked curiously.

“My big fat cock—”

“MINGYU!” you whisper-yelled, mortified. “Shut up, the taxi driver can hear you!”

“Let him. I don’t care,” he shrugged nonchalantly, grinning even though you couldn’t see him.

“You are unbelievable,” you huffed, making him chuckle at your embarrassment.

You decided to change the subject before he could embarrass you further. “Anyways, how are the boys doing?”

Mingyu groaned, rubbing his temple. “Don’t even ask. I don’t know where to start.”

You raised a brow. “When you say that, I just know it’s you being overdramatic.”

“But babe, I’m not! Kihyun peed all over me and—”

“See? You’re being overdramatic,” you cut him off.

He let out a dramatic sigh. “You have no idea how much I’ve suffered,” he whined.

You giggled at his misery. “Aw, you worked hard. It’s not easy taking care of two babies at the same time, and I’m proud of you.”

Mingyu smiled at your words, feeling a little better. “I love you,” he said softly.

“I love you too,” you replied just as gently.

As much as you enjoyed your little trip with the girls, a part of you had been longing to be back home. You missed your boys — the three of them.

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[14:45 p.m.]

An hour later, your taxi finally pulled up in front of your house. The driver kindly helped with your suitcase, and you thanked him before he drove off.

You quickly unlocked the door and stepped inside, but before you could even call out, you were met with a bone-crushing hug. A strong pair of arms wrapped around you and lifted you off the ground, the air nearly knocked out of your lungs.

“Mingyu—!” you gasped, clutching onto him for support.

Your husband buried his face into your neck, inhaling your scent as if he was afraid you’d disappear again. “You’re finally home,” he murmured, voice thick with emotion.

You let out a breathy laugh, hugging him just as tightly. “I was only gone for two days, you big baby.”

“Too long,” he mumbled. “I almost didn’t survive.”

You pulled back slightly to look at him, your hands cupping his face. His eyes were tired, with faint dark circles underneath, but there was so much warmth and love in them. Your heart melted at the sight.

“You poor thing,” you cooed, rubbing your thumb over his cheek. “My big, strong husband had a hard time with our little babies?”

“Don’t make fun of me. Those two are a handful” Mingyu pouted.

You giggled, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “But you did well.”

“Barely” he sighed dramatically. You rolled your eyes and gave him another quick peck.

“Where are they?” you then asked.

“In the nursery, sleeping,” he said, setting you down gently.

You didn’t waste another second, rushing toward their room. As you quietly pushed the door open, your heart swelled at the sight of your baby boys sleeping peacefully in the cot. You tiptoed closer and ran your fingers lightly over Seojoon’s tiny hand, then pressed a gentle kiss to Kihyun’s forehead. They were warm and smelled like baby powder, and you felt an overwhelming sense of love rush through you.

Mingyu stood in the doorway, watching you with soft eyes. “You missed them, huh?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

“So much” you replied, turning to him with a smile.

He walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. “They missed you too. But not as much as me.”

You laughed quietly. “Of course.”

For a few moments, the two of you stood there as you watched over your sleeping babies in comfortable silence.

“Next time you leave, I’m coming with you” Mingyu whispered suddenly.

“Can’t handle two days alone?” you chuckled.

“Not if it means almost getting peed on twice” he groaned.

You stifled a laugh. “Fine, next time, we all go together.”

“Good” Mingyu hummed in satisfaction, pressing a kiss to your temple.

a/n; so I’m back with my dad mingyu visions…

[daisymbin]

GRRR SO CUTE

heads up: no actual cheating i promise haha (vague food mentions, reader was sick). mr stage actor!mingoo <3

"... i can explain."

mingyu's standing in the door of your apartment, face stained with various shades of lipstick. you stand there, arms crossed over your chest as you survey your boyfriend fully, and seem to successfully pull off the curiously-pissed-off-partner look. it's late, he looks tired and like he's been drinking, but you know why he's stumbling in now.

"everyone started kissing my face!" he says, hands up and defensive. "i told them to quit it because you'd get the wrong idea-"

"is she pretty?" your arms hug a little tighter against your chest, frowning at him. "do you like her more than me?"

"no! there was no--i mean, there's a couple women in our cast, but--"

it's a little cute to see him worked up like this. as if seungcheol didn't immediately send you the video after his final bow with the entire cast attacking your boyfriend with kisses once the curtains closed. the way he laughed, and then complained (he'd rather it be you kissing him, but, alas, you've been home sick all day and missed his final show), and the way he never washed his face because someone yelled out they'd all do it again if he did. it had warmed your heart to see how loved he was by his cast. maybe he'd work with them again down the road, but for now he was going to enjoy having a little time to laze around with you before he has to begin rehearsals for his next show.

and mingyu realizes when you stop giving him that look that you know. and he chuckles, immediately making his way over to pepper kisses on your face. "who showed you?"

"who do you think?" you giggle, and then try to duck away from him. "i'm still sick!"

"i don't care!" he pulls you back into his arms, giggling. he just stands there in the open doorway, holding you tight. "i missed you."

"i'm sorry--"

"don't." he presses one final kiss against your jaw, close to your ear, before he lets you go. "did you like the soup i left for you?"

your face grows a little warmer: even when he's busy, he makes time to care for you. "it helped a lot."

"good." the door is shut. he takes your hand, already guiding you back to bed. "i'll be in soon. wait for me?"

you snort a little, the tiny reference to the show he's walking away from not lost on you. you kiss his knuckles. "i will."

[daisymbin]

this is so good omg

ᡣ𐭩 harder to hide than I thought | kmg ᯓ★ :

The night air wraps around you like a blanket, cool against your skin as it streams in through the open car window. Your hair dances with the wind, catching the dim glow of passing streetlights as you ride alongside Mingyu, his focus fixed on the road ahead.

The radio hums softly, barely audible beneath the steady hum of the engine, and in the silence between you, your thoughts race.

You glance at Mingyu, stealing a moment to observe him when he’s unaware. His hands grip the steering wheel with ease, strong and sure, like they always are.

You’ve always admired his hands—how they can be so gentle when they brush away a stray eyelash from your cheek, yet firm when they offer support in times when the world felt like too much.

His profile is illuminated by the passing lights, and for a brief second, you let yourself imagine that he might turn to look at you and see everything in your eyes that you’ve been too afraid to say.

“I wanna be yours…” The lyrics of the Arctic Monkeys’ song play softly in your mind, looping over and over like a broken record.

It’s ironic, really—how a song could capture your feelings so perfectly, so painfully. You do want to be his. You want to be the one he turns to when the world gets too heavy, the one who holds his heart as if it were a fragile piece of art.

But could he ever want the same? Could he ever see you as more than just the friend who’s always been there?

You wonder if he’s ever noticed the way your voice catches when you say his name, or the way your breath hitches when his fingers graze yours, even accidentally. You’ve been in love with him for so long that it’s become second nature to hide it, to tuck it away in the corners of your heart where it can’t hurt you. But it does hurt. Every single day, it hurts.

You think about confessing—about finally letting those three words slip from your lips. I love you.

How often have you imagined saying them, watching his reaction, waiting for his response? In your daydreams, he smiles, maybe even laughs, and tells you he’s always felt the same. But reality is harsher, and you know it.

What if he doesn’t? What if those words shatter the delicate balance you’ve kept all these years, leaving nothing but broken pieces of what was once the most important friendship in your life?

It’s selfish, you know. It’s selfish to want more from him, to want him to see you as someone worth loving in a way that’s deeper, more intimate. But how can you not?

How can you keep pretending that your heart doesn’t beat a little faster every time he calls your name, or that your world doesn’t feel a little brighter just because he’s in it?

You turn to the window, letting the wind carry away the tears that prick at the corners of your eyes. The stars are out tonight, twinkling in the dark sky, and for a moment, you wish upon them like a child. You wish that he could see you—really see you.

That he could understand how every time you’ve been by his side, it’s been out of love, not just friendship. But wishes are for dreamers, and you’ve always been too pragmatic to rely on something as fleeting as a star’s light.

Mingyu’s voice breaks through the silence, startling you from your thoughts. “You okay?”

You force a smile, the practiced kind that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “Yeah, just tired.”

He nods, accepting your answer without question, as he always does. And that’s the problem, isn’t it? He’s so used to you being fine, to you being the strong one, that he’d never think to look deeper. To see the cracks beneath the surface.

As the car rolls to a stop at a red light, you find yourself on the verge of saying it—of confessing everything that’s been lodged in your chest for so long. But then you see his face, relaxed and content, and you hesitate.

What if he doesn’t feel the same? What if, by speaking your truth, you destroy the one thing you can’t bear to lose?

The light turns green, and the moment passes. You close your eyes and lean back against the seat, letting out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

Maybe one day you’ll find the courage to tell him.

Maybe one day you’ll decide that the risk is worth it, that your heart can’t keep holding onto this love in silence.

But tonight isn’t that night.

So you stay quiet, letting the night drive on, with the wind in your hair and the weight of unsaid words hanging in the air between you.

Mingyu is still by your side, unaware of the turmoil in your heart, and you can’t help but think that, for now, this is enough.

You’ll be his friend, his confidant, his anchor. And if that’s all you’ll ever be, then you’ll bear it with grace. Because loving him is both the easiest and the hardest thing you’ve ever done, and you don’t know if you’re ready to find out what happens when the truth finally comes out.

For now, you’ll let the night take your secrets, and you’ll keep pretending that your heart isn’t breaking with every mile you travel together.

©️INTOGYU 2024. Please do not copy, repost or translate any of my works.

[daisymbin]

GRRRRR SO GOOD

lace | choi seungcheol

“I like red” 

“But it’s too lacy” you scrunched your nose, readjusting the strap. “Maybe the peach one?”

“I dunno, it looks harder to undo”

“Seungcheol!” you protested, looking at his suggestive smile through the mirror “I’m buying them to wear them, not for you to take them off”

“But I will, eventually” he chuckled, pressing a kiss to your shoulder “Do you want me to bring the baby blue one you liked?”

“Please” you nodded, unfastening the clips. But he didn’t move. “Honey, I promise I will try them on at home again”

“Thank you” and with that, he closed the fitting room’s door behind him, leaving you on your own to try the peach one on.

You thoroughly enjoyed shopping with your boyfriend, but the part you liked the most was when he watched you trying on all sorts of clothes and — his preferred — underwear. Apart from the fact that Cheol giving you his undivided attention was your ultimate favorite thing, you mostly relished the way he observed, remembered and suggested pieces you would definitely like, taking into consideration your style, preferences in colors and fit.

“I also brought these” you heard him through the door, letting you know it was him before opening it and sliding inside “The beige one looks comfy, it doesn’t have underbands. And the black one is more of a treat. For me”

“Thank you, mister” you chuckled, taking his new picks “I thought the red one was your choice”

“It goes well with the the lace dress I got you for Christmas” he nodded, hugging you from behind and leaving wet kisses up and down your neck “But in the four years we’ve been together, I’ve never seen you in black”

“Let me try it on,” you smiled, turning around and placing your arms on his shoulders, bringing him close to your laced chest. “But I’ll show it to you at home. So I can surprise you”

“Deal” he nodded eagerly, leaning down to kiss your breath away. “I’ll wait for you outside the store. I don’t want spoilers”

“Good boy”

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[daisymbin]

time to get on with my reqs and clear the inboxes 🤓

[daisymbin]

happy new year belle! looking forward to more of your writing this year 🙂‍↕️🫶🏻

happy belated new year@!!! I'm only checking my inboxes now so I'm sorry for the late reply :((( 🤍🤍 thank you for always supporting me 😿

[daisymbin]

heyy belle!! idk if you celebrate christmas, but if you do merry christmas!! hope you had/are having such a good time ❤️💚

hello!!! so sorry for the late reply as I was locked out n only checking my inboxes now :((( happy belated Christmas!!!! 🤍 thank you of thinking of me too 🥺

[daisymbin]

kwon soonyoung

the annoying friend who never seems to want to leave your side

a/n: trying out text aus/smaus!!!

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[daisymbin]

[08:34] - lee seokmin

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the first thing you register is warmth. sunlight filtering through the curtains, the smell of something sweet in the air, and then—seokmin’s voice; soft and sing-songy as he shakes your shoulder.

“wake up, sleepyhead.” you could hear his smile without needing to open your eyes.

you groan, burying your face deeper into the pillow. “too early.”

he laughs, bright and fond, and suddenly, the blanket is gone, leaving you exposed to the cool morning air. you yelp, blindly reaching for it, but seokmin dodges easily.

“i made breakfast,” he says, as if that’s supposed to convince you to move.

you peek one eye open. “what’s the occasion?”

he grins. “nothing, really. it’s just been a while since i had a day off, so i wanna start early. take you out on a date.”

your sleep-addled brain processes this slowly. “a date?”

“mmhm.” he tugs you up into a sitting position, hands warm against your arms. “so hurry up and eat before it gets cold.”

you sigh, pretending to be put out, but really, your heart is already melting. you let him pull you to your feet, and he beams like you’ve just agreed to marry him.

in the kitchen, breakfast is set—pancakes, fruit, coffee just the way you like it. you stare at the table, then at seokmin, who’s watching you expectantly, fingers fidgeting at his sides.

“you really went all out, huh?”

his ears turn pink. “well… i wanted it to be nice.”

you smile, reaching for his hand. “it is.”

he squeezes your fingers, eyes crinkling with relief.

“so,” he says, nudging your plate closer. “eat fast. we have a whole day ahead of us.”

“bossy,” you tease, “but thank you, i really appreciate it,” you say before leaning in to kiss his cheek.

after all, how could you say no to him when he looks at you like you're the most beautiful flower ever?

[daisymbin]

omg I can't wait for this

intentions

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jeon wonwoo x afb.reader

Butterflies swirl around your stomach at his words. It’s become very obvious that Wonwoo has also wanted this for a while. Turns out your crush wasn’t so one sided. Maybe you were both just too blind to see what was in front of you.

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: coming the first week of april

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞(𝐬): friends to lovers, teenage friend to lovers, romance, pwp, smut

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𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 18+ nsfw

𝐚𝐧: I decided to rework something I wrote back in the day and I ended up doubling the length of the story.

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“Just friends” is the mantra you repeated to yourself over and over as he placed open mouth kisses against your neck as his large hand dipped into your underwear. This is the first time you and Wonwoo have crossed this line you thought you would never cross. He’s been your best friend since you were fourteen. You've practically grown up with him. Sure you’ve had a crush on your best friend since the moment you met him, but you never thought anything would ever happen between you. Wonwoo has always told you are his best friend and you’re so important to him. You never thought he would ever see you as anything other than a friend.

Being around Wonwoo has always been intoxicating. He’s always been the sun to your moon, and you’ve always been drawn to him. He’s always felt like sunshine on a rainy day. It didn’t help that he was drop dead gorgeous. He also has the biggest heart and he’s absolutely adorable. He’s like a giant puppy.

There’s been some sort of tension between you and Wonwoo since you both had broken up with the people you were recently seeing. You ended things with your ex boyfriend who was always slightly jealous of your friendship with Wonwoo. Even though Wonwoo’s relationship with Mina wasn’t really serious, from day one she acted like she wasn’t a fan of you. Looking back on it, you can’t exactly blame either of your exes. Wonwoo and you have always been insanely close. You always refer to Wonwoo as your person. He’s the person you run to when you’re sad and the person who you love to share your happy moments with.

A loud moan passes your lips as his finger brushes your sensitive clit. “You sound so pretty,” he groans against your skin.

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Hiding Injury by @dokyumms

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🌟 14:03 by @daisymbin

Brief Description: Wonwoo's 5 year old daughter saw his wife talking to a man, when he finds out how will he react to the information?

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Brief Description: When Chan woke up in the middle of the night and didn’t feel you sleeping by his side, there was only one possibility. He lazily rubbed his eyes and jumped out of bed, heading toward the kitchen, half asleep and unwilling to argue.

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[14:03] - girldad!wonwoo

a/n: a longer than usual timestamp 🥲

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wonwoo liked to think of himself as a reasonable man. he wasn’t the jealous type—at least, not usually. but the second he sat back down at the table, his five-year-old daughter tugged on his sleeve, looking very, very serious.

"appa," jaeyi whispered, eyes big and round. "a man was talking to eomma while you were gone."

wonwoo paused, chopsticks halfway to his mouth. "...what?"

jaeyi scooted closer, glancing around like she was sharing top-secret information. "he was smiling soooo much and talking and talking and talking. and then—" she gasped, putting her hands on her cheeks. "eomma laughed."

wonwoo turned to you immediately, eyes narrowing. "you laughed?"

you sighed. "wonwoo—"

"with another man?" he cut in, bottom lip jutting out into an exaggerated pout as he shakes his head disapprovingly, "how could you?"

you groaned, already regretting not stopping jaeyi before she could start. "it was just an old friend from college."

"but why were you laughing?" wonwoo mumbled, sulking as he poked at his food. "what was so funny?"

jaeyi tugged on his sleeve again, her little face full of concern. "appa... do you think he’s trying to steal eomma away?"

wonwoo gasped dramatically, putting a hand over his heart. "you think so too?!"

"mhmm," jaeyi nodded frantically, looking at you with big, worried eyes. "eomma, do you like that man more than appa?"

you rolled your eyes. "oh my god."

"eomma," jaeyi whined, hugging your arm. "you can’t leave appa! he’s the bestest!"

wonwoo sniffled dramatically. "jaeyi, what do i do? what if she leaves me?"

jaeyi thought very hard, tapping her tiny chin before gasping again. "appa, you gotta be extra extra nice to eomma today so she doesn’t leave!"

"you’re right," wonwoo nodded solemnly. "i’ll hold her hand all day. and hug her a lot."

"yes! and give her kisses!"

"mhmm, lots of kisses."

"and make sure you sing eomma to sleep like you do for me! maybe tell her princess stories too! I always love you a little more when you sing and read to me! maybe it will work!!"

you groaned, covering your face. "why are you both like this?"

jaeyi gasped again, suddenly panicked. "appa! what if the man comes back?"

wonwoo immediately grabbed your hand under the table, holding on tight. "then i won’t let go."

jaeyi clapped her hands excitedly. "eomma see!appa is a hero! he is going to save our family!"

you sighed, shaking your head as wonwoo smirked at you. "this is ridiculous."

"but you love us," he teased.

jaeyi grinned. "eomma loves appa soooo much!"

"do i?" you teased back, but your smile gave you away.

wonwoo pouted again, leaning close. "you do, right? right? jaeyi, tell her."

"eomma, say you love appa!" jaeyi giggled, bouncing in her seat.

you sighed, pretending to think about it before finally giving in. "i love you."

"who?" wonwoo pushed playfully.

"you, silly." you say as you pushed at his arm.

"and who am i?"

you chuckled knowing what he wants to hear before answering, "my husband."

"so say it properly!" his sulky tone returned, "jaeyi-ah, your eomma won't tell me she loves me properly!" his pout growing tenfold in front of his daughter.

"eomma say it properly!!!" she demanded, a twinning pout on her tiny lips as she folded her arms.

you laughed, feeling a sense of wholesomeness at how your five year old daughter is trying to play matchmaker for you and your husband, "i love you, my husband."

wonwoo grinned, his sulky mood disappearing in an instant. "see? i win."

jaeyi cheered, throwing her hands in the air. "appa wins eomma’s heart forever!"

you shook your head, laughing. "you both are impossible."

wonwoo squeezed your hand, eyes full of warmth. "but you love us anyway."

"im reconsidering that, really."

"appa! now you have to tell eomma you love her too!" it was now her turn to demand from her dad.

wonwoo chuckled, leaning in to press a quick kiss to your temple. "i love you too, my wife."

[daisymbin]

mr. g-dragon - kwon soonyoung

pairings: kwon soonyoung x reader

warnings: none!!!!

wc: 803

check out my masterlist! // soonyoung's m.list

soonyoung practically kicks the door open.

he stumbles inside, wide-eyed and breathless, and you barely have time to react before he’s throwing himself onto the couch, limbs sprawled out like he’s just finished the performance of a lifetime. you blink at him from where you’re curled up in the armchair, book long forgotten as you watch him with amused curiosity.

"oh my god," he gasps, clutching his chest like he’s trying to physically hold in his excitement. his eyes are shining, his whole body buzzing with an energy so infectious you can feel it from across the room. "babe, you are not gonna believe the day i just had."

you laugh, setting your book down. "i don’t know, i think i might have an idea."

"no, no, no, you don’t understand." soonyoung sits up, shaking his head so fast you think he might get dizzy. "this was the best day of my life. the best day, do you hear me?" he gestures wildly, and you nod, biting back a smile. "like—okay, obviously, the best day was when i met you, but this is a close second, okay? or actually, cant i have 2 different days for my 'best day' hm?"

your heart flips at that and you nodded but you just roll your eyes fondly. he is so adorable when he's all excited. "so, what happened?"

soonyoung lets out a high-pitched squeal, kicking his feet like an overexcited kid. "i met kwon jiyong, g-dragon, you know that, right? of course you do, i talked about this day for a whole month, BUT ANYWAYS i talked to him. i hugged him. we ate together. oh my god, we drank together. he poured me a drink! do you know what that means?"

"that you drank alcohol?" you tease.

"no!" soonyoung groans, flopping back against the cushions before sitting up again just as quickly. "well, yes, but no—babe, do you know what an honor it is to have THE mr. g-dragon pour you a drink? it’s, like, the highest form of respect! i was dying inside, but i had to act cool, you know?"

you raise a brow as the corner of your lip quirked up. "did you act cool?"

soonyoung pauses. "…no, i was a mess..." he admits, looking both sheepish and proud at the same time. "but i tried! seungkwan and seokmin were making fun of me the whole time, but it’s fine because they were such losers in front of him too & i got to talk to him!! he was so nice, and he gave me advice, and he told me i was cool, and—oh my god, he said i was cool."

he clutches his chest again like he’s been shot, then his starts vibrating as his legs starts to jump up and down alternatively from excitement and you laugh, getting up from your chair to sit beside him on the couch. immediately, soonyoung turns to you, grabbing your hands in his and squeezing them so tight you can feel the warmth radiating off him.

"i've looked up to him my whole life," he says, voice softer now, like the weight of the moment is finally settling in. "like, he's the reason i wanted to be an idol. he's the reason i love performing so much. and today, i got to talk to him like—like i was someone worth talking to."

your chest tightens and your eyebrows furrow slightly at his words. "soonie…"

"he told me he watched our performances. he told me he liked my energy. he said he could tell i really love what i do, and—and that means everything coming from him, you know? like, i always worry about whether i’m doing enough, whether i’m good enough, and then he just—he just said that, like it was obvious."

his voice wavers slightly, and you squeeze his hands back, grounding him.

"you are enough, soonyoung," you say softly. "you always have been."

he looks at you, eyes bright and a little glossy, before pulling you into a tight hug. you melt into him, feeling the way his body is still buzzing, still vibrating with excitement.

"i just feel so happy," he murmurs against your shoulder. "like, i don’t even know what to do with myself. i wanna dance. i wanna scream. i wanna relive today over and over again."

"then let’s relive it!" you say, pulling back just enough to see his face. "tell me everything from the very beginning!"

soonyoung gasps like you've just given him the greatest gift in the world. "you really wanna hear everything?"

"of course," you say, smiling. "i love seeing you like this."

he blinks. "like what?"

"so happy. it makes me happy to see you happy."

for a moment, he just looks at you, and then he’s breaking into a smile as he leans in, kissing you, quick and giddy and a little breathless, like he just can’t contain it all.

"i love you," he says, grinning so wide it makes your own heart feel like it might burst.

"i love you too," you say, laughing as he pulls you back into another hug.

and soonyoung spends the rest of the night recounting every single detail, every little moment, every joke and comment and look that passed between them. and you—you listen, because if there’s anything you love more than soonyoung’s happiness, it’s being the one who gets to witness it.