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inkdrinkershadowsinger · 12 days ago

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And if I could give you the moon, I would give you the moon

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Pairing: Kim Seungmin X gn reader

Summary: Seungmin comes home from work and finds you sick.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2.2K

A/N: I think deep down, I will always believe that Seungmin would secretly be so soft and down bad for his significant other and this is proof of that.

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Delirious was an understatement. Pressure built along your sinuses and it built up in your head. Every beautiful thing that once was fell away and crumbled into dust. Not really, but that’s what it felt like.

Breathing hurt and your lymph nodes pulsed. Each breath through your mouth was a horrible and terrible reminder of the aching in your bones. Winter was a curse and you longed for the warmth of the sun. The skies crusted over with gray and that bright blue disappeared weeks ago.

Usually, your bed was your happy place. Every day after work, you came home and threw yourself onto it. A smile appeared on your face as you sank your head into your fluffy pillow. What a blessing it was to be able to come home and just rest. As if the past eight hours hadn’t occurred and everything was okay again.

You loved your bed, but you hated it now. You hated your bed when you were sick. Too congested to find that happiness and too groggy to grasp your head around reality. You thought you could sleep through it all, but your body refused to shut down.

Your limbs ached and the muscles strung throughout your legs quivered as you swayed. Standing up to use the bathroom was like fighting on the front lines of war. The room twisted and turned, your head spun, and gravity ceased to exist. Everything spiraled out of control and that’s when you hit the ground with a loud thud.

You were certain a warm bath could help you, but your body had other plans. You didn’t know how long you laid on the beige carpet. Your cheek pressed into the scratchy fabric tendrils. Your eyes slipped shut and the world went dark.

Seungmin knew you weren’t feeling well. He knew it this morning when you got up. Instead of making breakfast like you usually did, you pulled out your phone and called your manager to announce your absence. Even if you enjoyed your job, you couldn’t bear it like this.

He wouldn’t admit it to you out loud, but all day, he had been worried about you. He found himself looking more and more at the clock rather than paying attention to the lyric sheet in front of him. It was incredibly rare, but what else could he do?

His text messages to you went unanswered and it wasn’t a surprise. When you were sick, you were sick. You barely got on your phone and spent most of your time sleeping. He figured you’d be back at your shared apartment sleeping, but he didn’t expect to find you on the bedroom floor.

You were curled up in a ball. Your arms were wrapped protectively around yourself and his heart fluttered. Even when you were pale and had chapped lips, you were still utterly adorable in his eyes.

Before he dared to try to awaken you, he pulled out his phone. Crouching down to get closer, he took a photo and quickly plopped down beside you. Your name softly left his mouth as he gently shook your shoulder.

Tangled in the abyss of fever dreams and haze, you didn’t respond. He called your name once more and shook you a little harder. Your eyes didn’t flutter open until you felt the back of a hand pressing against your forehead.

Your sleep encrusted eyes opened and you groggily found your boyfriend’s eyes. He tipped his head and pushed his face closer. “Hello?” His pointer finger gently tapped against the center of your forehead. “Anyone in there?”

Your head shook slightly and your eyes shut again. He sighed and leaned back on his knees. “You kind of look pathetic like this, it’s cute.”

Your voice came out scratchy and hoarse. “You think I look cute?”

“Yeah, but don’t take it to heart too much. You sound like you’re on the verge of death.” He pushed himself up and held a hand out to you. “Come on, let’s get up.”

“Nuh-uh.” Your eyes remained shut. “I just wanna lay here. I don’t feel good.”

“Believe me, I know. I know you don’t feel good, but you can’t stay on the floor all night. Why are you on the floor anyway?”

“I got too hot and too dizzy.”

“Did you pass out?”

“The world went dark.”

“Oh, for fucks sake,” he mumbled. A hand went through his hair and he let out a soft sigh. “We’ve got to get you off the floor and get your fever down.”

“I think I’ll just let death take me.”

He shook his head, squatted down, and scooped you up. “Not on my watch. You’re not allowed to die until I kill you. I say that today isn’t your last day on this earth.”

“Put me out of my misery.”

He ignored your whining and grumbling. Instead, he carried your feverish frame into the bathroom. Your head slipped against the warmth of his chest. He smelled like home; some scent consisting of faint peppermint and tea tree oil. The walloping of his heart was too comforting to pull away from.

You didn’t fight it as he set you on the marble ledge of the sink, but you didn’t help him out either. Your forehead remained buried in the soft fabric of his shirt. He glanced down with his arms around your body. “Are you still alive?”

“Unfortunately.”

“You’re very silly when you’re sick. Come on, sit up.”

“Don’t wanna.”

“But you’ve gotta.”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Yes-huh.”

“You just wanna see me naked.”

“Actually, I just want to get my significant other a nice warm bubble bath. I was thinking maybe some kind of essential oil to set the mood. Doesn’t that sound good?”

Your head instantly went up. His mouth quirked up in a half-smile. With your eyes shut, you lifted up your heavy arms. “Peppermint?”

“If you let me help you out of your clothes, I can do that.”

“You’re too good to me sometimes.”

“I’m just doing what you can’t do. I know your sick routine. We’ve been dating for over a year. How could I not know?”

His words tugged on your heart. Love filled your feverish limbs and you fought off tears. He paused with his fingers wrapped around your wrist. “Are you sniffling?”

“I’m emotional.”

“Because you’re sick?”

“Because I love you.”

“Oh.” Blush filled his cheeks and he continued undressing you. He was gentle with you. Soft praises filled the air as he expressed admiration for each exhausting move.

The sound of rushing water filled the air. He added a capful of bubble bath and a few drops of peppermint essential oil. Once he was sure the temperature was right, he helped you put your legs over the tub and made sure you were carefully lowered.

Warmth rushed over your legs and sat at your stomach. He sat on his knees, grabbed a cup from the side, and filled it full of water. “You can just stay there and look pretty while I wash your hair, okay?”

You hummed. The white bathroom lights were too bright in this state. He turned off the overhead light and kept on the light over the sink, but it was still too much. You hated being this fragile in front of him, but he didn’t mind. He never minded when it came to you.

It wasn’t often that he found himself growing attached to people, but he found himself attached to you. You snuck into his heart one day and carved out a grave. No matter what he did, you were stuck there. At first, he hated it, but he grew to enjoy it.

Not only did you provide companionship, but you also made him feel warm and fuzzy inside. He wasn’t the best at communicating his feelings, but you didn’t mind. In fact, even when he wasn’t speaking them, you always picked up what he needed. You knew what to say and how to say it.

It was one of the hundreds of reasons why he loved you. Despite going to work and growing sweaty in dance practice, straining his voice during recording, and not feeling the best during a photoshoot; this time spent with you was irreplaceable.

Even if you didn’t feel good, he could still be here with you. He couldn’t heal the sickness you were stuck with, but he could make you feel clean. He could make you feel wanted and he could get rid of that grimy and greasy sick feeling. It wasn’t much, but it was enough that it made you feel more comfortable.

You softened the edges of his heart, whether you knew it or not, he didn’t know. Your conversations were slathered in bad jokes, sarcasm, and empty threats. Sure, he could be a pain in your ass at times, but that’s why you loved him.

It was easy to feel cranky and unlovable when sick. On the floor, when you were alone, all you had was loneliness and a spiking fever. Now that Seungmin was taking his time while washing your hair, you felt somewhat human again.

A soft hum left your lips while he worked. He made sure to cup his hand over your forehead and gently tilt your head back, so water didn’t get in your eyes. First, he lathered in the shampoo and then he rinsed it out.

You couldn’t see it with your eyes closed, but admiration sat in his eyes. Imagining a life without you was impossible. He could do this every day for the rest of his life and not once would he complain.

The conditioner soon followed. Both were a floral scent that you enjoyed. The pads of his fingers worked against your scalp. From the back of your neck, behind your ears, to the front of your crown, he made sure your hair was full of conditioner.

“Seungmin?”

“Yes, dear?”

“What did you do today?”

“What did I do today?” He stared at your pale face with a rare type of fondness. He stared at you the way that a kid stared at the moon.

How easy it was to believe that the moon was a child’s personal protector and only guardian. When you’re young, it’s not the same moon that celebrities and royalty have cast wishes upon, it only exists for you. It is your own powerful tool and a hidden deity in the darkness.

You’d never fully know that you were his moon. He’d never fully know that he was your sun. Stuck in your ways, neither of you would ever truly believe that you were exactly what the other wanted. You’d always say you believed, but prayers without faith were just empty words.

“Today, I was an idol. I filmed content and recorded new songs. I tripped and nearly fell on my face in dance practice. The guys all laughed at me and if you were there, you would have too.”

It was easy to imagine. He had a knack for being a klutz at times. A silent smile crept across your face. Did he know how much you enjoyed his brutal honesty?

“What was your favorite part of your day?”

“The parts when I come home and get to come back to you.”

“But today?”

“It’s my favorite part every day.”

There was shuffling and the sound of a cap popping open. You stayed quiet as he began to quietly wash your body. After the silence grew too still, he began singing the latest song that he had been writing. It wasn’t a spoiler if the song was technically about you.

When he finished rinsing off your body, he gently pulled you up and wrapped you in a towel. You sucked in a deep breath and finally opened your eyes. Your sleepy eyes met his dark ones.

“Seungmin?”

“Hmm?”

“I love you.”

He didn’t respond. Instead, he helped wrap your body in the soft velvet robe that he bought for your birthday. He wrapped your hair in another towel and began to dab it dry.

He never responded, but you didn’t mind. You stayed quiet and let him work. Once he was certain your hair wasn’t soaked, he pulled the towel away. “Are you hungry?”

“Not really.”

He squatted and gently picked you up bridal style. Your head fell back against his chest. When he placed you in the bed, you crawled up into your own side. He padded after you and pulled you close. You should have lectured him about risking his own health for yours, but you knew that he wasn’t going to have any of it.

Soft lips pressed against the center of your temple. A soft sigh escaped your lips and you curled your body towards him. He gently tugged you closer and wrapped his arms around you. Once you were comfortable enough, you let your head begin to drift.

He watched you and kept an eye on your breathing. When he thought you were fully asleep, his lips went to the top of your head. “I love you.” His verbal affection slipped out with ease. It was always easier when you were asleep, you couldn’t tease him that way.

He’d never know that you heard him. You always heard him. You never fully let yourself fall asleep until you heard his soft admissions of love. It made your heart melt and turn to a goo. To hide the smile that threatened to form, you nuzzled into his chest.

He wrapped an arm around your waist and finally let himself drift asleep too.

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inkdrinkershadowsinger · 13 days ago

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Above all, Percabeth are besties. They laugh hysterically at the weirdest or dumbest jokes and are complete crackheads together. They’re always slightly annoying to the rest of the room because they keep cracking jokes. They tease each other relentlessly BUT they’re the only ones allowed to do that! If Percy hears anybody else call Annabeth a smartass or if Annabeth hears anybody else call Percy dumb-oh, it’s over for those people. They have sleepovers. They talk shit about people(or gods!). They keep bringing up the other ones embarrassing or goofy moments. Beyond soulmates, beyond boyfriend and girlfriend, they are BEST FRIENDS. It’s what they started as, and they still are today, even if their relationship has evolved past that.

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inkdrinkershadowsinger · 16 days ago

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fall into your blu: drabble 2

read the original story here

pairing: seokjin x (f)reader

summary: "You know... I really do think you're pretty."

genre: fluff!!!!!!

warnings: none

wc: 1.6k

a/n: 2 days ago my brain really said forget the other 2 drabbles you have that are like 70% done and write a brand new one 🤩 so that’s what this is. takes place during the course of the original story in the middle of that time jump probably about a month before the last scene

They were sitting on the floor, side by side, playing a game when Jin decided to break the comfortable silence they’d settled into.

“You know… I really do think you’re pretty.”

She scrunched her face up. She was never good at accepting compliments, especially one of this caliber especially coming from him. It was weird. She was still trying to come to terms with everything. Accepting him as something more in her life. But, she doesn’t know why he chose now of all times to bring this up. They were literally in the middle of a match.

“Mhm,” she said, hoping to breeze through this topic. It wasn’t something she wanted to discuss. She wasn’t going to debate about it, even if it was something she didn’t necessarily agree with. And, she wasn’t going to go down some self deprecating rabbit hole unleashing all her insecurities.

“I’m serious.”

“And, I’m seriously going to kill you if we lose,” she countered, a hint of irritation filtering into her tone. He 100% could’ve waited until they were done with the round if he wanted to seriously chat. It was his idea to game in the first place. “Thank you,” she tacked on. She didn’t want him to think she actually minded. It really wasn’t a big deal. She may not have known how to accept the words, but it didn’t mean she wasn’t flattered anyway.

“Does it bother you? When I say that?”

“It doesn’t. I just don’t know how to react.” She could feel heat creeping up her neck at the admission. “Like no one ever says that to me so…” It was getting harder and harder to concentrate.

“Well, if you let me be your boyfriend, I’m going to tell you that all the time, and I want you to believe me.”

She froze, brain short circuiting at his declaration. Like, she knew that’s kind of where this whole thing was headed. They spent a lot of time together, sometimes they went on dates. She was getting to the point where she couldn’t deny how she felt about him, but she wasn’t quite there yet. Didn’t quite think of him as her boyfriend. Which, she should’ve been having those conversations with herself by now. They were just so scary, though. Every time her mind would start to drift to those places her heart would drop. It was a lot to take in. And while she didn’t want to have him waiting on her forever, she didn’t want to rush herself either. Catch 22.

She was brought back to reality by the buzzing of her controller. She looked up just in time to see herself get K.O.’d on screen. Jin had apparently already died. She scowled, turning to face him. “We lost.”

“Good. Now you can pay attention to me.”

“Bro, it was literally your idea to play games. It’s not my fault you can’t concentrate on them.”

“Actually it is your fault. I can’t concentrate because I’m thinking about you and how pretty you are.”

She pursed her lips. She was wearing pajama pants with baby chicks on them and a bonnet. How pretty could she actually look?

He exhaled heavily before she could even think of a response. “Am I getting anywhere with this?”

“What do you mean?” she asked, jutting out her bottom lip.

“With you,” he clarified .”I don’t know if you know, but you’re incredibly hard to read and every time I say something like that you look like you’re either about to break down or throw up. Or both. At the same time.” She shrugged slightly. She was never good at hiding her facial expressions. “Please don’t think I’m rushing you or anything like that because I’m really not, but I just want to know if I’m getting anywhere. I don’t mind waiting for you as long as I know eventually you’re going to come to me.”

She could respect that. She knows if she were in his shoes, she’d expect something to know all her effort wasn't in vain. And, she’d hate to be led on. She chanced a look up at him and pouted further, noticing the slight defeat washed over his body. She hated it. Needed to say something to fix it. “You’re… definitely on the right track,” she revealed, toying with the bottom of her pants.

She wishes she could give him a more concrete answer, but her mind was still a mess. Every thought concerning him was all jumbled up. She needed a little more time to make sense of it all. What she did know, however, was that it felt right being with him.

“Are you sure? Do I need to give you some space?”

“No.” Her reply was immediate. “No, I don’t need space. If you give me space I’ll talk myself out of it, and I’m sure that I like this. Just be patient with me for a little while longer. I’m coming.”

“You look like you’re about to throw up,” he pointed out.

God, she was. Vulnerability was not her forte. It made her sick to the stomach, but at least he was smiling now. In fact, it was the amused expression on his face that helped push her nausea back down. Vulnerability was scary when she didn’t know the outcome. When she didn’t know if she was giving a little of herself to someone who didn’t want it. But, he wanted her. He wasn’t going anywhere. As he so eloquently put it earlier, he wanted to be her boyfriend. She thinks she wants that too.

“Shut up,” she whined, scooting closer to him and smacking his chest.

He caught her hand on its retreat and brought it to his lips, pressing kisses on it. She watched in awe, suddenly acutely aware of the colony of butterflies that came alive in her stomach. She didn’t even like bugs.

“You wanna play Animal Crossing?” he asked, switching topics swiftly. She guesses that was enough to appease him for the time being.

“Sure.” She grabbed her switch from the dock and reattached the controllers.

“You wanna try something cute?”

“It’s Animal Crossing, everything's cute.”

“I meant you. Do you wanna try something cute?”

She looked at him, not sure where this was going. He outstretched his hand toward her. She looked between it and him a few times before hesitantly placing her palm in his. She didn’t know what she expected, but it certainly wasn’t for him to drag her in between his legs. Once she was sitting comfortably, he wrapped his arms around her middle. She could feel him everywhere. It was a lot.

“Your island or my island?”

“Huh?”

“Animal Crossing. Do you want to play on my island or your island?”

Her mind was far from whatever game they were meant to be playing. “Oh. Uh… M-my island,” she stuttered. Speech was just a tad beyond her capabilities at the moment. She’s never been held before. It’s like all her nerve endings were firing at once.

“Is this okay?”

“What?”

He squeezed her just a little tighter. She gasped at the action. “This? Is it okay? Do you like it?”

“It’s, um, fine.” Embarrassing. The way she couldn’t get her words to flow properly from her mouth was embarrassing. She needed to get it together. She shouldn’t be losing it like this over him holding her. Then again, she has been known to come close to combustion over eye contact, so this isn’t too far off.

“That’s not what I asked. I asked, ‘Do you like it?’”

She cleared her throat. “I do.”

“Then, relax,” he laughed, moving his arms up to her shoulders. “Feels like I’m hugging a cardboard cut out.”

She huffed slightly before releasing the tension in her shoulders and leaning back into him.

“See, isn't that better?”

“I guess, but I don’t see how cute it is.”

“It’s totally cute. Look.” He reached behind to grab his phone, opening up the front camera.

Her face contorted immediately. “Gross. This is the worst angle ever.”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“It’d be a nice pov if you were my belly button, but seeing as we're not it's awful. I have like three chins." She gagged. "Close that camera before I kill you. We’re supposed to be redesigning my island.”

He started snapping photos in rapid succession.

“Seokjin! Stop It!” she whined, limbs flailing between trying to cover her face from the camera and trying to snatch the phone from him altogether. “I’m going to murder you.”

“You know…” he started, coming down from his laughing fit once he finished torturing her, “that’s the third death threat I’ve gotten since I came here. You’re losing credibility.”

“Everyone else is going to see my credibility on the six o'clock news tomorrow if you don’t delete those pictures.”

“Hmmm… I don’t think I will. Let’s take a cute one for real, though.”

“I don’t have any makeup on, and I’m wearing a bonnet.”

“And, you’re still cute now, smile.” He leaned forward resting his head on hers and taking a few photos, then pulling her just a little closer and dropping his chin to her shoulder.

She was acutely aware of how close his lips were to hers. How all she had to do was turn her head just a little and their lips would be touching. And while it wasn’t the first time she’d thought about kissing him, because well his lips were just always out there, nice and plump, it was the first time she’d almost been compelled to action. Scary. She wasn’t ready to fully take that leap yet though, so she tucked the thought away, grabbing her switch once again trying to steer them back into neutral territory. As neutral as they could be while his body was wrapped around hers. It was distracting to say the least, her mind constantly drifting to the warmth radiating from his body right into her heart. He was definitely on the right track.

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inkdrinkershadowsinger · 16 days ago

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fall into your blu

pairing: seokjin x female reader

summary: “You don’t have to look like Beyoncé for me to be attracted to you.”

genre: friends to lovers; fluff; slow burn? kinda

warnings: there’s like a brief joking mention of booty calls; oc is like securely insecure; not much else really lol

rating: pg

wc: 7.1k

“I’m sorry I can’t… accept… this?” She winced, closing the door behind him. Felt kind of bad for not letting him get more than five feet into her place before shooting him down. She just didn’t want to have this conversation outside her building. Felt worse for referring to his confession as if it were a dirty gym sock.

His face fell. “Why not?” She doesn’t know what he thought would happen in this situation honestly. They’ve been friends for a good few years. Jin’s seen what she’s like when these kinds of things happen.

“Because I’m not pretty,” she stated plainly as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Which, to her, it was.

“You are,” he refuted.

“I’m not.” She wasn’t. She consumed enough media and spent enough time around actual pretty people in her lifetime to note the difference.

“You are to me.”

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inkdrinkershadowsinger · 16 days ago

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“Keep reaching out your hand” (mates version)

Rhys 🫴 Feyre

Cassian 🫴 Nesta

Lucien 🫴 Elain

Gwyn 🫴 Azriel

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inkdrinkershadowsinger · 20 days ago

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SKZ being whipped for you

Genre: lots of fluff

A/N: First SKZ reaction!

Chan

He expected this. He expected to be mercilessly made fun of by his members the moment he admitted being into someone. Still, it doesn’t keep him from flushing bright red and finding the nearest hiding spot. And oh man, if they do this while you’re in earshot, he’ll wish the ground would open up and swallow him whole. Be nice and reassure him, and maybe even defend him against his group members for good measure.

Minho

Deny, deny, deny. You could not be dating at all yet or be together for a decade and he’ll still brush off any commentary about how he acts around you. It might even be so convincing that you sometimes forget all the little things that he does for you. But his members won’t. They’ll rage about the privileges he gives you. He’ll roll his eyes and say, “Are you kidding? I did that for you yesterday.” Sometimes you think it’s just so he can watch his friend’s head explode, because he most certainly did Not do that thing yesterday. In quiet, private moments though, he’ll remind you that you do, in fact, have all of the privileges.

Changbin

Unashamed. Did you think he’d be embarrassed by how into you he is? Absolutely not. Couldn’t fathom it. At least - not when his members comment on it. He’ll say, “Duh. Of course, I am. Have you seen them? Have you met them?” It’s a brag for him in a lot of ways. However! If you tease him about it, he might get a little shy in the early stages of whatever is going on with you two. Expect that to wear off, because one day soon he’ll have no shame about nodding his head and agreeing with your observations with a smile.

Hyunjin

This might be subtle, but it will be the little things. Like, your text always gets opened and responded to promptly, even if he should really be doing something else. Or your his first call when he has a rare day off and wants to do something. Or heaven forbid someone take a peek at his sketch book because it often features you. He might be a little secretive about his feelings, if only to spare himself the teasing he might get if he makes it too obvious. But if you call him out on it, he’ll freely admit it.

Jisung

Does NOT know what to do with himself. Totally overwhelmed by it sometimes. It’s painfully obvious even to you, because you can just be existing in the same room and he’s fixated on you with heart eyes. I can actually see this as being something that he might be kind of self-conscious about if only because he wants to be more poised or more thoughtful in expressing his feelings. Match. His. Energy! Let them make fun of both of you!!!

Felix

Sickeningly, tooth-rottingly sweet. I don’t know that many of his members would really even tease him very much about it because it’s just too heart-warming. When he’s whipped, it’s just too easy to get swept up in the romance if you’re on the receiving end of it. Honestly, they might beg him to tone it down a little - which he will not. Not as long as you like it, anyway.

Seungmin

You’ll get partner privileges here too, but that might be the only sign. And he will not give you those partner privileges easily. You ask him to hang out and he says, “You can’t stand to be away from me,” like he wasn’t rushing to put on shoes. You call and he answers in a split second, but asks what you could possibly want because he’s busy (even though he is already thinking of a way to get out of whatever he's doing). He buys coffee or a snack and when you thank him, he’ll say, “Yeah, yeah, you’re so needy”. He might even act so put out that he’ll get scolded by some of his members to be nicer. But the thing is… it’s all a ruse!!! Agree when he says these things to throw him off his game!!

Jeongin

CASUAL. Yeah, he’s into you. Yeah, he wants to spend all his time with you. Yeah, he bought you a little gift again for the third time this week. Your point? It sucks allllll of the fun out of teasing him, the baby of the group, because he’s so unbothered and he’ll continue to do what he wants. It’ll actually make YOU whipped if only because of how unabashedly he admits it.

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