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.｡.:*☆ i fear no fate(for you are my fate) - taesan.

⋆｡°✩ pairing taesan x gn!reader wc 0.583k tw none genre fluffy fluff, established relationship, domestic author's note take a sip of water every time i say pretty 😭 this is actually the first thing i've written recently that im sharing... im a bit nervous haha 😅 inspired by taesan's pretty eyes and his pretty smile! (which he thinks doesn't look nice </3) title is from the poem [i carry your heart with me(i carry it in] by e.e. cummings! (one of my favorites, def check it out!!) anyway enjoy and happy reading <3

♪ ༘⋆ listen to so let's go see the stars (boynextdoor).

⋆⭒˚.⋆ reblogs + feedback very much appreciated! ^^

his eyes.

you always thought that was his prettiest feature. the crystal depths of his irises, the beautiful mix of onyx and obsidian and night sky that you could spend all day staring into. 

and now, all you can see are those very colors, his eyes filling your vision.

in your periphery, you can see taesan’s lips pull up into a smile, his fingers tracing along your hairline as he toys with the locks of your hair. his eyes flick to your own from the edges of your face, then down to your mouth. it’s small, subtle - yet the movement sends a pang of emotion straight to your heart.

he’s so pretty. he’s so indescribably beautiful. his bright eyes, his lovely smile, his gentle touch on your skin. his laugh, warm and comforting. his embrace, the way he says your name, the look in his eyes when he sees you, the way his hands reach for you even subconsciously, even in sleep, even in every world. in every universe, he’s beautiful.

and yet he looks at you like you're the brightest star, the moon in the night sky, the treasure of his life.

you fall a little more in love every time, you think.

“y/n?” he whispers, his voice gentle and just barely loud enough for you to hear. and oh, he’s so pretty. you melt into his embrace, warm from the blankets and his arms and him. you can see the way he smiles a bit more when you do so, and dear god how can you be feeling butterflies from the smallest of actions? you feel so much love for him, you don't know what to do with it or where to place it. it’s overflowing, this emotion. it could drown the world if you aren't careful.

he tilts his head slightly, the sparkle in his eyes catching the light. “why are you looking at me like that, darling?”

to hell with the world. you reach up to cup his face, your thumbs brushing over the gentle rise of his cheeks, and press your lips to his.

it’s almost childish, like some teenager with a silly crush, the flutter of your heart when you feel him smile into the kiss. he draws you closer to his body, kissing you back in a way that sends sparks of warmth dancing through your veins. when you pull back, you meet his gaze - onyx and obsidian and night eyes blown wide, a hint of a rosy flush dusting his cheeks. 

“pretty.”

the flush on his skin deepens when you speak, a shy smile pulling at his cheeks that sends you spiraling all over again. you want to kiss those cheeks, kiss the pretty flower hues of his skin. you want to kiss him again. you want him, forever.

“i love you,” you murmur, your fingers sliding up to brush back a few locks of his dark hair from his pretty, pretty eyes. “i love you so much."

taesan chuckles at that, his eyes crinkling into little crescent moons, and you have the urge to take a picture, capture the moment of his happiness in front of you and frame it in your mind forever. this is why i love you, you want to tell him. because you’re beautiful when you’re happy. because i want to protect you and your pretty smile, because you deserve it. you deserve love. you deserve to be happy.

you won’t tell him now. but someday, you will.

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I feel like boynextdoor is one of, if not, the best 5th generation group as of now. everything about them from their music to the vibe and personality of the members. I love bnd

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.｡.:*☆ stupid flirt tactic! - woonhak.

⋆｡°✩ pairing bf!woonhak x gn!reader wc 0.389k tw none genre fluff, established relationship, woonhak's a cutie author's note saw this pin and was Inspired™ (this is a tad bit self indulgent lolll) also woonhak looked so good at lollapalooza,, anyway enjoy and happy reading <3

⋆˙⟡ synopsis now why on earth is your boyfriend asking you to whistle? (spoiler: it's his stupid flirting tactics. but you love him for it.)

⋆⭒˚.⋆ reblogs + feedback very much appreciated! ^^

“babe.”

you look up from your phone, where you’d been mindlessly scrolling on social media. “hm?”

woonhak grins at you, his signature smile that lets you know he’s cooking up something in that scheming mind of his. you smile back slightly, confused as he approaches you. “what’s up?” 

“nothing,” he hums, coming to a stop just in front of you. your boyfriend is tall, and from where you’re sitting you have to tilt your neck to hold his gaze. “i have a question.”

“ask away.”

“can you whistle?”

the question - no, rather his excitement, the twinkling in his eyes - takes you by surprise. “um…” you trail off. “no, i can’t.” you’ve tried to learn countless times, over the years. but it simply has never come to you.

at your response, he pouts, and the expression is so cute you have to resist the urge to reach up and take his face in your hands. “try anyway,” woonhak says. “please?”

you sigh, setting your phone down in your lap. “fine.”

(you know it’s a failed endeavor anyway.)

inhaling, you purse your lips, when woonhak moves. swiftly, he leans in, bracing his hands against the armrests of your chair, caging you in the circle of his arms. your eyes flick up in surprise, yet it's only for a moment where your eyes widen, only for a moment where you see his mischievous smile, before his lips press against yours. 

you jump slightly in surprise, and woonhak giggles, the sound of his happiness tickling your ears. his hand comes up to cup the side of your face, and he kisses you just a bit deeper before pulling away, his dark eyes alight with amusement. “gotcha,” he whispers, to which you shove at his chest, cheeks flushing - but you’re smiling, too.

“that was so stupid.” you look up at the ceiling, exhaling. “you’re so stupid.”

“i know,” he laughs. he turns your face back to his, raising his eyebrows when you lock gazes once more. “but you like it.”

you roll your eyes, lifting your arms and looping them around his neck. “sure. how about you whistle this time?”

woonhak laughs again, bright and happy, and you feel your heart skip a beat. “okay.” he leans in once more, grinning. “i’ll whistle for you as many times as you want.”

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I AM SAT.

NO ONE BUT YOU 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ BND

synopsis: boynextdoor as type of hugs pairing: bnd x f!reader (separately) warnings: intended lowercase, not proofread genre: fluff, comfort word count: 0.4k a/n: this was so quickly written, i listened to sienna by the marias while writing this ——————————masterlist

JAEHYUN: bear hug

jaehyun has a lot of energy and one of his favorite ways to spend it is by tightly hugging you! arms around each others’ torsos, his head buried in your neck. it might feel giggly at first, but overtime you feel the warmth jaehyun conveys through his hugs. this kind of hug makes you feel protected from the whole world, the kind that makes everything seem okay as long as you’re in his hold.

SUNGHO: waist hug

sungho gives off the gentle vibes, so this hug just feels right. his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to his chest. your head on his shoulder while he admires your features, hands stroking your sides. sometimes, he’s kissing your head, rubbing his nose against your hair. it’s romantic, but safe at the same time.

RIWOO: long hug

a hug you need after a long day at work. it doesn’t matter who is tired, each of you is ready to hold one another for eternity. there is no rush to let go, all the responsibilities fade away. riwoo just hugs you in silence, but silence that radiates calm and comfort. there might be not a lot of words, but you’ll feel all the affection.

TAESAN: back hug

he comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you suddenly. even when you stand face to face, he will turn you around and hug you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. it’s playful, but vulnerable. taesan is not used to receiving affection, so he prefers giving it. in some cases, he can give you a quick kiss on your cheek too.

LEEHAN: eye-to-eye hug

leehan’s hugs feel like a time stop. very intimate and emotional moments: foreheads touching, arms draped over each others’ necks, eyes looking at one another. at these times, leehan wants to connect with you, feel you on another level. he believes you’re soulmates, so these hugs ‘reacharge’ him.

WOONHAK: side hug

it’s not like he’s embarrassed about hugging you, it’s just he got used to it. an effortless slide of his arm to your shoulder or waist became a second nature to him. it’s fun and casual, but you know he is genuine with them. you feel his arm lingering around your waist. it can be around your friends, or his members, he feels the most comfortable with this hug. and it makes you smile without realizing it too.

@k-films

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THE WAY THIS ACTUALLY MADE ME MAD LMHO

      BOY'S A LiAR   or % he's got excuses

            ST✮RRING───K.WH ୨୧ 735 && 𝐖. kisses situationship dynamics he has a girl bsf ! unedited

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you were not supposed to be here. 

being held in woonhak's arms as you lay on top of his figure—both of you settled comfortably on the couch—as his lips trail little nips along the skin of your jaw is definitely not what you thought an "argument" with him would look like.

"woon, fuck, wait." you attempt to pull yourself up, palms pressing against his chest; because god knows how badly your brain requires some distance from his wandering hands if you want to have any semblance of coherence.

"this ... is not talking."

the look he directs towards you is so genuinely, adorably confused you almost want to change your mind. maybe even apologize to him instead. 

"baby ... are you still mad?"

he looks personally offended at how you hold your hand up to stop him from immediately pulling you back down again. you're almost tempted to let him.

"i didn't even know she was trying to flirt, honestly. you know you're the only girl f'me, right? ..."

you can swear you've heard this exact same excuse earlier. even if you were to believe whatever he's saying it wouldn't change what you've already seen.

woonhak with his girl best friend, the one he told you not to "worry" about seated on this very couch, so close to his lap that she might as well have been straddling him.

you’d seen how her lips had brushed against his ear as she giggled obnoxiously at something he said, leaning closer still when woonhak didn't turn to face her. but the smirk—boyishly charming, infuriatingly easy—on his face was enough to show his interest. 

it didn't hurt. 

how could you let it? it's not like you were together or anything.

what did hurt though, was how easily he was able to have you running right back to him.

it was embarrassing how the mere sight of his kiss-swollen lips was enough to have you forgetting how pissed you were at the sight of him all cozied up with that girl.

"baby? you still here?" 

sometimes, it's like he can read your mind, like he knows exactly when your thoughts start wandering away. 

away from just how dazed and fuzzy and shivery he makes you feel in his presence. his kisses, his whispered words, the sweet promises he never keeps—fuck.

"pay attention to me."

your breath hitches. woonhak’s pulling you back down, tangling his fingers through your hair just a bit too harshly. 

he doesn’t mean for it to hurt, he just gets … excited. the eagerness in his half lidded gaze is only exemplified when he brushes a thumb against your lower lip.

a pause. you stare at him, wondering if you should put an end to this once and for all. the push and pull of it all can’t be doing any favors to your sanity.

but before you can, a shrill ring cuts through the tense moment. 

the man underneath you sighs heavily. he whines about how he can’t catch a break when all he wants is to spend time with his favorite girl.

“… fuck. it's rahee." 

? 

you take a second to catch up. he's talking about her again. his best friend. "she needs me, baby. said her date ditched her. god, who does that. i should go to her—you understand right? …" 

your silence is enough to convey your thoughts. 

“don’t be like that, please.” his movements are still slow, like he has all the time in the world, as he angles your chin to face him. 

it’s not very obvious to you how you should answer. so you don’t say anything.

woonhak doesn’t seem to notice your turmoil this time. his lips press to your own—languid, unhurried still. when he pulls away the faint sheen of your lip gloss is visible on his.

“i’ll be back before you know it, yeah?”

you don’t believe it one bit.

... but you find yourself staying up, staring at your ceiling listlessly long after midnight. your phone is clutched in one hand, opened to a post on her instagram account. 

@ dollra : posted an hour ago.

"love hanging w/ my homeboy !!! @ kimwoon"

the picture shows her a tad too close to him, clinging onto him with her pretty lips pouting as if in defeat, with him holding onto her waist and his signature smirk in place.

𐙚 . REGULARS!

@cuntyhoesstuff @evanesceki @soobundle1009 @flipitkickit @soona-huh @chrrific @delirioastral @leeknowz-pudding @wnouzi @yuyu_maz3 @starniras @douqhnxtss @itsactuallylina @athenaisonlinee @unhakies @s0shroe @liyahhhh620 @i-am-not-dal @lipsbyive ⋆

ㅤㅤㅤ© BAMBiSNC ♡ 2025

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.｡.:*☆ stupid flirt tactic! - woonhak.

⋆｡°✩ pairing bf!woonhak x gn!reader wc 0.389k tw none genre fluff, established relationship, woonhak's a cutie author's note saw this pin and was Inspired™ (this is a tad bit self indulgent lolll) also woonhak looked so good at lollapalooza,, anyway enjoy and happy reading <3

⋆˙⟡ synopsis now why on earth is your boyfriend asking you to whistle? (spoiler: it's his stupid flirting tactics. but you love him for it.)

⋆⭒˚.⋆ reblogs + feedback very much appreciated! ^^

“babe.”

you look up from your phone, where you’d been mindlessly scrolling on social media. “hm?”

woonhak grins at you, his signature smile that lets you know he’s cooking up something in that scheming mind of his. you smile back slightly, confused as he approaches you. “what’s up?” 

“nothing,” he hums, coming to a stop just in front of you. your boyfriend is tall, and from where you’re sitting you have to tilt your neck to hold his gaze. “i have a question.”

“ask away.”

“can you whistle?”

the question - no, rather his excitement, the twinkling in his eyes - takes you by surprise. “um…” you trail off. “no, i can’t.” you’ve tried to learn countless times, over the years. but it simply has never come to you.

at your response, he pouts, and the expression is so cute you have to resist the urge to reach up and take his face in your hands. “try anyway,” woonhak says. “please?”

you sigh, setting your phone down in your lap. “fine.”

(you know it’s a failed endeavor anyway.)

inhaling, you purse your lips, when woonhak moves. swiftly, he leans in, bracing his hands against the armrests of your chair, caging you in the circle of his arms. your eyes flick up in surprise, yet it's only for a moment where your eyes widen, only for a moment where you see his mischievous smile, before his lips press against yours. 

you jump slightly in surprise, and woonhak giggles, the sound of his happiness tickling your ears. his hand comes up to cup the side of your face, and he kisses you just a bit deeper before pulling away, his dark eyes alight with amusement. “gotcha,” he whispers, to which you shove at his chest, cheeks flushing - but you’re smiling, too.

“that was so stupid.” you look up at the ceiling, exhaling. “you’re so stupid.”

“i know,” he laughs. he turns your face back to his, raising his eyebrows when you lock gazes once more. “but you like it.”

you roll your eyes, lifting your arms and looping them around his neck. “sure. how about you whistle this time?”

woonhak laughs again, bright and happy, and you feel your heart skip a beat. “okay.” he leans in once more, grinning. “i’ll whistle for you as many times as you want.”

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.｡.:*☆ stupid flirt tactic! - woonhak.

⋆｡°✩ pairing bf!woonhak x gn!reader wc 0.389k tw none genre fluff, established relationship, woonhak's a cutie author's note saw this pin and was Inspired™ (this is a tad bit self indulgent lolll) also woonhak looked so good at lollapalooza,, anyway enjoy and happy reading <3

⋆˙⟡ synopsis now why on earth is your boyfriend asking you to whistle? (spoiler: it's his stupid flirting tactics. but you love him for it.)

⋆⭒˚.⋆ reblogs + feedback very much appreciated! ^^

“babe.”

you look up from your phone, where you’d been mindlessly scrolling on social media. “hm?”

woonhak grins at you, his signature smile that lets you know he’s cooking up something in that scheming mind of his. you smile back slightly, confused as he approaches you. “what’s up?” 

“nothing,” he hums, coming to a stop just in front of you. your boyfriend is tall, and from where you’re sitting you have to tilt your neck to hold his gaze. “i have a question.”

“ask away.”

“can you whistle?”

the question - no, rather his excitement, the twinkling in his eyes - takes you by surprise. “um…” you trail off. “no, i can’t.” you’ve tried to learn countless times, over the years. but it simply has never come to you.

at your response, he pouts, and the expression is so cute you have to resist the urge to reach up and take his face in your hands. “try anyway,” woonhak says. “please?”

you sigh, setting your phone down in your lap. “fine.”

(you know it’s a failed endeavor anyway.)

inhaling, you purse your lips, when woonhak moves. swiftly, he leans in, bracing his hands against the armrests of your chair, caging you in the circle of his arms. your eyes flick up in surprise, yet it's only for a moment where your eyes widen, only for a moment where you see his mischievous smile, before his lips press against yours. 

you jump slightly in surprise, and woonhak giggles, the sound of his happiness tickling your ears. his hand comes up to cup the side of your face, and he kisses you just a bit deeper before pulling away, his dark eyes alight with amusement. “gotcha,” he whispers, to which you shove at his chest, cheeks flushing - but you’re smiling, too.

“that was so stupid.” you look up at the ceiling, exhaling. “you’re so stupid.”

“i know,” he laughs. he turns your face back to his, raising his eyebrows when you lock gazes once more. “but you like it.”

you roll your eyes, lifting your arms and looping them around his neck. “sure. how about you whistle this time?”

woonhak laughs again, bright and happy, and you feel your heart skip a beat. “okay.” he leans in once more, grinning. “i’ll whistle for you as many times as you want.”

⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚ want to check out the planetarium's other exhibits?

٠ ࣪⭑ © starriniqhts 2025, all rights reserved.

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.｡.:*☆ stupid flirt tactic! - woonhak.

⋆｡°✩ pairing bf!woonhak x gn!reader wc 0.389k tw none genre fluff, established relationship, woonhak's a cutie author's note saw this pin and was Inspired™ (this is a tad bit self indulgent lolll) also woonhak looked so good at lollapalooza,, anyway enjoy and happy reading <3

⋆˙⟡ synopsis now why on earth is your boyfriend asking you to whistle? (spoiler: it's his stupid flirting tactics. but you love him for it.)

⋆⭒˚.⋆ reblogs + feedback very much appreciated! ^^

“babe.”

you look up from your phone, where you’d been mindlessly scrolling on social media. “hm?”

woonhak grins at you, his signature smile that lets you know he’s cooking up something in that scheming mind of his. you smile back slightly, confused as he approaches you. “what’s up?” 

“nothing,” he hums, coming to a stop just in front of you. your boyfriend is tall, and from where you’re sitting you have to tilt your neck to hold his gaze. “i have a question.”

“ask away.”

“can you whistle?”

the question - no, rather his excitement, the twinkling in his eyes - takes you by surprise. “um…” you trail off. “no, i can’t.” you’ve tried to learn countless times, over the years. but it simply has never come to you.

at your response, he pouts, and the expression is so cute you have to resist the urge to reach up and take his face in your hands. “try anyway,” woonhak says. “please?”

you sigh, setting your phone down in your lap. “fine.”

(you know it’s a failed endeavor anyway.)

inhaling, you purse your lips, when woonhak moves. swiftly, he leans in, bracing his hands against the armrests of your chair, caging you in the circle of his arms. your eyes flick up in surprise, yet it's only for a moment where your eyes widen, only for a moment where you see his mischievous smile, before his lips press against yours. 

you jump slightly in surprise, and woonhak giggles, the sound of his happiness tickling your ears. his hand comes up to cup the side of your face, and he kisses you just a bit deeper before pulling away, his dark eyes alight with amusement. “gotcha,” he whispers, to which you shove at his chest, cheeks flushing - but you’re smiling, too.

“that was so stupid.” you look up at the ceiling, exhaling. “you’re so stupid.”

“i know,” he laughs. he turns your face back to his, raising his eyebrows when you lock gazes once more. “but you like it.”

you roll your eyes, lifting your arms and looping them around his neck. “sure. how about you whistle this time?”

woonhak laughs again, bright and happy, and you feel your heart skip a beat. “okay.” he leans in once more, grinning. “i’ll whistle for you as many times as you want.”

⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚ want to check out the planetarium's other exhibits?

٠ ࣪⭑ © starriniqhts 2025, all rights reserved.

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.｡.:*☆ stupid flirt tactic! - woonhak.

⋆｡°✩ pairing bf!woonhak x gn!reader wc 0.389k tw none genre fluff, established relationship, woonhak's a cutie author's note saw this pin and was Inspired™ (this is a tad bit self indulgent lolll) also woonhak looked so good at lollapalooza,, anyway enjoy and happy reading <3

⋆˙⟡ synopsis now why on earth is your boyfriend asking you to whistle? (spoiler: it's his stupid flirting tactics. but you love him for it.)

⋆⭒˚.⋆ reblogs + feedback very much appreciated! ^^

“babe.”

you look up from your phone, where you’d been mindlessly scrolling on social media. “hm?”

woonhak grins at you, his signature smile that lets you know he’s cooking up something in that scheming mind of his. you smile back slightly, confused as he approaches you. “what’s up?” 

“nothing,” he hums, coming to a stop just in front of you. your boyfriend is tall, and from where you’re sitting you have to tilt your neck to hold his gaze. “i have a question.”

“ask away.”

“can you whistle?”

the question - no, rather his excitement, the twinkling in his eyes - takes you by surprise. “um…” you trail off. “no, i can’t.” you’ve tried to learn countless times, over the years. but it simply has never come to you.

at your response, he pouts, and the expression is so cute you have to resist the urge to reach up and take his face in your hands. “try anyway,” woonhak says. “please?”

you sigh, setting your phone down in your lap. “fine.”

(you know it’s a failed endeavor anyway.)

inhaling, you purse your lips, when woonhak moves. swiftly, he leans in, bracing his hands against the armrests of your chair, caging you in the circle of his arms. your eyes flick up in surprise, yet it's only for a moment where your eyes widen, only for a moment where you see his mischievous smile, before his lips press against yours. 

you jump slightly in surprise, and woonhak giggles, the sound of his happiness tickling your ears. his hand comes up to cup the side of your face, and he kisses you just a bit deeper before pulling away, his dark eyes alight with amusement. “gotcha,” he whispers, to which you shove at his chest, cheeks flushing - but you’re smiling, too.

“that was so stupid.” you look up at the ceiling, exhaling. “you’re so stupid.”

“i know,” he laughs. he turns your face back to his, raising his eyebrows when you lock gazes once more. “but you like it.”

you roll your eyes, lifting your arms and looping them around his neck. “sure. how about you whistle this time?”

woonhak laughs again, bright and happy, and you feel your heart skip a beat. “okay.” he leans in once more, grinning. “i’ll whistle for you as many times as you want.”

⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚ want to check out the planetarium's other exhibits?

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“In the end, we only regret the chances we didn’t take, relationship we are afraid to have, and the decisions we waited to long to make.”

— Unknown

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leafhan. k. leehan

pairing: nonidol!leehan fem!reader

genre: oneshot, fluff, romance

wordcount: 722

note —

You show up at his door holding the carcass of a once-thriving cactus. “Emergency,” you say flatly, holding up the cactus in embarrassment.

Leehan blinks at you. He’s wearing a faded gray hoodie and round glasses that slide down his nose just enough to make him look like he walked out of a drama. His hands are dirt-streaked—probably mid-repotting something when you knocked.

He looks down at the limp cactus in your pot. One side has deflated like a balloon. A chunk of the dirt is missing. You think it fell off your windowsill last night, but you weren’t emotionally ready to acknowledge that.

“…That’s a cactus,” he says finally.

You nod solemnly. “Was.”

He sighs, holding the pot like it’s a patient on life support. “You overwatered it again, didn’t you?”

“Is that a judgment I hear in your voice, Mr. Donghyun?”

“No, just… concern,” he mutters, stepping aside to let you in. “Come on. Let’s see if I can salvage him.”

His apartment smells like earth with a hint of citrus. Plants are everywhere, lined on windowsills, hanging in woven macramé nests, crowding the table. You half-expect one to say hello.

Leehan sets the cactus down on his counter like it’s fragile, then begins gently brushing off the soil.

You hover awkwardly near the door, not wanting to ruin the very specific aura of his space. Eventually, he glances over his shoulder.

“You can sit down, you know.”

You perch on the stool by his kitchen island. “Do all your neighbors come to you with plant corpses, or am I just special?”

“You’re the only one who’s managed to kill three succulents in one month,” he says without looking up. “it's kind of impressive, honestly.”

“Why thank you. I’m honored.”

That earns a small smile from him, the kind that barely lifts the corners of his mouth but stays longer than it should.

You start coming over more after that. Not just for cactus resurrections, though those still happen (RIP Gregory 2.0, gone too soon).

Sometimes it’s because you saw a leaf turning yellow and panicked. Other times it’s because you don’t trust Google’s plant advice anymore. A few times, you show up with no excuse at all.

Leehan never complains.

He teaches you things without making you feel stupid, how to check root rot, how to mist properly, what perlite is (you thought it was a Pokémon at first).

You watch his hands as he works—deliberate and gentle, like he’s afraid the plants might flinch.

One afternoon, you arrive with a wide, shallow pot in hand and a sheepish grin.

“I tried something new,” you announce. “Attempted propagation. May or may not have Googled ‘can you grow a plant from a leaf that’s already half-dead.’”

He raises an eyebrow but lets you in anyway.

You place the pot on his table. Inside is a very unimpressive sprout. It’s leaning sideways, confused about its place in the world.

Leehan crouches beside it like it’s a child’s science project. “What’s his name?”

“Leahn.”

His eyes flick up. “Le..ahn?”

“Short for… Leaf-han.”

He stares at you.

You hold your ground for three seconds before cracking. “Okay fine. It’s literally just you. I named it after you.”

For a terrifying moment, he says nothing. Just blinks, long and slow.

Then softly: “You named a plant after me.”

You cross your arms. “Well, yeah. I figured if I can’t grow plants for myself, maybe I’m better at growing things for you.”

There’s a pause.

And then, impossibly, he blushes.

Not the dramatic anime blush, but something real and quiet, his eyes dart away, his lips twitch like he’s trying not to smile too wide. He adjusts his glasses unnecessarily. You catch him looking back at you twice in the next ten seconds.

“…Thank you,” he says finally, voice low. “I’ll take care of him.”

You nod, suddenly shy. “You take care of everything, don’t you?”

Leehan doesn’t answer right away.

Instead, he reaches out and gently brushes a bit of dirt off your wrist. His fingers linger a little longer than necessary.

“Not everything,” he says. “But I’m trying.”

That night, he sends you a photo.

It’s Leahn, newly repotted, sitting on his windowsill next to a handwritten tag: Leaf-han

Under it, just one text:

“He likes it here. I think I do, too.”

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— BND & what they would do for love ☆

480 words • fluff. feedback + reblogs are highly appreciated.

Sungho (박성호)

«I would fight the whole world for you.» — That’s what Sungho tells you when you feel like you don’t belong, when you’re excluded, looked over, or treated unfairly. He never lets you feel alone in it. He’ll glare at anyone who makes you feel less than you are, ready to take on the world if it meant protecting you. No matter how small or big the hurt, Sungho is your shield—and he means every word.

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Riwoo (이상혁)

«I would carry your pain if I could.» — He says that while wiping your tears away, the softest hand brushing your cheek. You’ve been crying, overwhelmed by life, and Riwoo listens to every word like it’s the only thing that matters. His eyes get misty too, because when you hurt, he hurts more. But if he could take it all away—even just for a moment—he would do it without thinking.

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Jaehyun (명재현)

«I would bring you the moon if you asked.» — That’s what Jaehyun says when you tell him you feel like asking too much. Spoiling you comes natural to him, and when people say he’s over the top, he just shrugs. Your joy is everything, and he’d do the impossible just to see you smile. So no, he’s not joking—he’d really find a way to bring you the moon if it meant making you happy.

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Taesan (한태산)

«I would kill for you—and hide the body.» — You laugh when he says that, but Taesan isn’t entirely kidding. Your ex won’t stop bothering you, and it drives him insane. Jealousy isn’t the word—he’s protective, fiercely so. But then he chuckles, pulling you into his chest. «Seriously though, if anyone ever hurts you… they’ll have to deal with me.» And with Taesan, you know you’re safe.

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Leehan (김이한)

«I would burn the world just to keep you warm.» — He says it with all the calm in the world, but you know he means it. You’ve always felt a little misplaced—never fully seen, always a bit out of place. But Leehan? He sees you, completely. He holds your hands and whispers that you’re not alone, not with him there. Because for you, he’d flip the world upside down and still smile while doing it.

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Woonhak (김운학)

«I would give up everything, as long as I have you.» — He says it during a late-night talk, voice shaky but sure. His dreams are big, his heart even bigger—but nothing compares to you. If he had to choose between fame and your love, he wouldn’t hesitate. Your presence is his peace, his goal, his everything. Whatever the cost, he’s willing. And you believe him—because love makes him fearless.

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THE WARMTH OF A LOVER’S COLD TOUCH | Lee Sanghyeok

pairings — boynextdoor’s riwoo x reader with very cold hands

genre — romance, established relationship, fluff

warnings — (wc. 1k) none as far as I know!

note — loved this trope sm <33 thank you so much to this anon for the req!

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I feel like if we had incredibly cold hands, at first Riwoo would be so concerned? Like he’d be like “babe do you need to go to the hospital? Is it medical?” but you’d just go “No Ri, I was born this way.” (do you get the reference) He especially looks genuinely concerned one day when you first started dating because your fingers go full red-to-white gradient. He’ll drag you to sit between his legs and warm them up properly by rubbing them between his palms and blowing on them softly.

He’d also buy you loads of mittens and hand warmers at first but you never wear them. Why? Because nothing beats Riwoo’s skin or the way he instinctively lets you slide your hands under his shirt without comment so you always go to him anyways since they’re a lot better than clothes HUAHAHAHAHA

He’s definitely going to complain a lot about it (like almost every time), despite secretly loving it some times. “Stop trying to warm your hands on the back of my neck!!”—your hands always go to the most sensitive warm parts of Riwoo’s body: the back of his neck, his sides, his thighs. He yelps every time. Cue him trying to battle you into wearing the mittens he bought for you but you win every single time.

I say secretly loving it some times because I feel like he’d love it especially when you guys kiss and your cool hands touch his face… like it sounds nice don’t you think? Like when you’re sleeping and your pillow is cold… I feel like it’d be like that and he’d enjoy it loads.

Also I’m a big believer that we’d be a TOTAL menace about it. Like—Riwoo would definitely just be minding his own business, keeping his peace and doing something menial like for example. brushing his teeth— and boom! Your hands are on his. He gets the shock of his life and the toothpaste he holds goes everywhere.

Being with you is like being with a surprise egg. You never know when you’re getting attacked by mercilessly cold hands. One example is when he’s about to sleep after playing games late into the night…

The bright victory screen flashes once more in the darkened room, its blue tint probably not the best for one’s eyes so late at night. Riwoo blinks his tired eyes harshly. It’s 1 A.M., and sleep is starting to overcome him.

‘Okay. Bed time,’ he thinks to himself, crawling into the bed where you’ve already laid, seemingly asleep since hours ago.

Seemingly, because the moment he starts drifting into sleep, his heavy eyes finally giving in—

A pair of prickly, ice-cold hands sneak their way under the back of his tee.

“AUGH—!” he gasps, practically levitating off the mattress like a shocked cat. “Wh—Why are you like this?!”

You burst into quiet giggles behind him, your face buried against his back as your hands stay put—pressed flat against the soft warmth of his skin. “You’re always so toasty,” you murmur shamelessly. “It’s addictive.”

“I’m not a handwarmer!” he hisses, voice thick with sleep but already resigned to his fate. He tries to twist away from your wandering fingers, only for you to latch onto his waist even tighter. “Yah—don’t press them there! That’s illegal.”

You snort. “This shirt is loose. You offered access, technically.”

“That’s not how this works,” he grumbles, grabbing your icy wrists with both hands. But instead of shoving you off, he groans into the pillow and sighs, defeated.

“…Just leave them there. Might as well commit to freezing me to death at this point.”

“See?” you grin, smug and victorious as you cuddle closer. “You secretly love it.”

Riwoo doesn’t answer immediately. He shifts just enough to tangle your legs together, chest still buzzing with leftover adrenaline and half-hearted annoyance. And then, with a soft, sleepy grumble, he presses a kiss to your knuckles—still cold, still nestled under his shirt.

“Fine,” he mutters, eyes already fluttering shut again. “Just don’t expect me to go easy on you next game night. You’ve officially started a war.”

You press your cold fingers higher up his spine in retaliation.

He shrieks again.

And somewhere between your laughter and his muttering revenge plans, he falls asleep anyway—with your freezing hands still tucked safely against his warmth.

Also let’s add an extra reader being an idol also au and your relationship is public because. Why. Not!

It’s the end of a grueling music show pre-recording, the kind where every outfit is layered, the stage lights are brutal, and the air conditioning in the waiting rooms is somehow always on full blast. You’re both drained from back-to-back schedules, but Riwoo still insists on doing a live broadcast for onedoors before heading home.

“I’ll be five minutes,” he said.

Fifteen minutes later, he’s perched on the couch, squinting at the phone camera with one hand running through his sweat-damp hair. “…and then we finished soundcheck and—aish, why is this filter on? I look like a literal egg.”

You walk into the shot without warning, hoodie sleeves pulled over your hands, face makeup half-wiped off and looking like a walking pile of exhaustion and audacity. You plop down behind him, wordless.

“Don’t come over here,” Riwoo warns immediately, glancing back at you with suspicion. “Your hands are cold. I can feel it from here.”

“No they’re not,” you lie with a sweet smile. And then—without warning—you jam both hands up the back of his hoodie and flatten your palms against his lower back.

His soul leaves his body on camera.

“THIS IS ACTUALLY HARASSMENT!!” he yelps, jolting so hard he nearly knocks over the phone. The live chat explodes instantly:

onedoor #1: “LMAO WHAT JUST HAPPENED??”

onedoor #2: “They got him AGAIN 😭”

onedoor #3: “Save Riwoo from being a victim of [reader]’s deadly hands part 1827929 🙏”

You’re cackling in the background, completely unrepentant as you curl up against him, hands still leeching warmth like a cold-blooded menace.

“She always does this,” Riwoo complains to the livestream, voice somewhere between fond and defeated. “Every time we nap. Every time. My back’s not a public heater.”

You peek into the camera with a grin. “Then why do you always lift your hoodie when I crawl in?”

He pauses.

“…No comment.”

yeah he definitely loves it despite all his complaints.

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Yesterday, my mother fractured her arm while trying to get aid. I couldn’t go with her because I’m severely malnourished. She smiled through the pain so we wouldn’t worry, but I could see it all in her eyes — and it broke me.

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Hello, I'm Asmaa from north Gaza.

https://chuffed.org/project/129260-urgent-please-help-asma-and-shahd-to-survive-this-genocide

I come from a lifeless neighborhood with no color other than the color of blood and destruction.

I was born in 1991.

I'm a girl from a family of seven boys and six girls, and I'm the youngest.

My mother and I live in a house left to us by my father. I studied at university and graduated with a degree in basic education.

I worked in a private job.

I received a salary that covered my and my mother's expenses as much as possible.

We were happy until the war came.

The war on Gaza began on October 7, 2023.

Here, hell began for us in Gaza. I lost my job and became unemployed. My mother owns nothing, and I own nothing.

My mother was displaced to the southern Gaza Strip for 15 months. I didn't go with her. It was months of longing for my mother and siblings.

My brothers Mahmoud and Ashraf stayed behind.

We were displaced several times because I live in the Shuja'iyya neighborhood, a border area close to the army.

During the displacement on June 27, 2024, we left the house and raced along the road to escape the shells and planes. Then came the lightning strike. The shock was that death was faster than my brothers could escape...

Here, here, we lost our loved ones. I lost my brothers, the apple of my eye, Mahmoud and Ashraf. Mahmoud left no children. As for Ashraf, he left behind his sons who grieve, and my mother is in pain because they departed to God without a farewell, without a kiss on their foreheads, a farewell kiss. After a while, we returned home. The house had been severely damaged by demolition and stones that had fallen from their places, which used to shelter us and protect us. Now, nothing protects us except some worn-out tarpaulins that do not protect us from the heat of summer or the cold of winter. Our suffering is great, but with your help, we may reach a better and dignified life. I appeal to you to help me support myself, my mother, my loved ones, and my family. What you provide makes a difference in our lives as individuals.

We live in a world that has forgotten the meaning of humanity and giving. May God bless you all.

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leehan bf headcannons!

【 ## 】 PAIRING … 김동현 x fem!reader ⋆ fluff!! // brief mention of kissing + skinship … 1.9k — boynextdoor masterlist ˖ ⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎˎˊ˗ note. not much dialogue in this one cause i have way too many ihan scenarios… also i tried to stray away from fish but it’s built in this guy i had to

01. would be one of those sassy boyfriends

do u guys remember that one horror what?door episode where they were trying to find the mafias and jaehyun accused him and he literally was like 😒 fine dont let me in the car then and turned around… yeah that’s what i mean by sassy

you and leehan were sitting in the car after a date, debriefing about the fact that you two happened to run into an old friend of yours from high school. now, you don’t remember much about this friend, but what you do remember is her hot ass dad… so you decided to make a joke to bring up that little tiny fact

he was kinda gagged at first while you laughed at your dilf joke, so you thought it landed!! so imagine you’re confusion when leehan put his drink down and fully turned in his seat, now looking out the window…

now you’re laughing harder because oh my GOD since when did he get so sassy. you’re pulling at his shoulder, trying to get him to turn back towards you, but he’s literally crossing his arms over his chest and huffing while you do

it doesn’t last long though, especially after you practically climbed on top of him to kiss his face all over as an unspoken apology

02. prefers when you call him your [insert petname]

it’s usually said when you guys greet each other, like when he comes back home from work or when he picks up your calls.

his body would be aching from his hard day, but a simple “hi my sweet boy” can make you physically SEE him melt

03. teaches you phrases from his hometown late at night

there’s always something so oddly intimate about laying in bed with leehan and being awake in the later hours of the night

he’s sitting against headboard of your bed while your back is pressed against his chest, both of you looking at his hands while you’re mindlessly playing with his fingers. for some reason, neither of you are all that tired. he just tells you different phrases in his little busan accent with his deep voice slightly above a whisper.

even if the activity isn’t intimate, he still gives you praises whenever you use a phrase correctly or kisses your neck when you get the accent down. it’s like he’s proud to see you embrace his home

04. get’s giddy when you love him loudly

he really tries not to care about wherever the conversation is leading when you’re on the phone with your best friend, but his ears perked up when he heard his name coming out of your mouth.

i dont think he’s used to loud affection directed towards him, so in full honesty, he probably didn’t think you were going to be lovey dovey… but then he hears a “yeah, donghyun has been so good to me, i love him a lot”

he literally drops what he’s doing to look at you with a shit eating grin and he’s mouthing the words “i love you too” while flailing his arms around so you see him. everytime you love him loudly he will ALWAYS have that shit eating grin on him

05. always get’s matching stuff whenever he travels

after coming back from his stop in japan and greeting you at the door, you two have been practically merged together since he arrived. laying in silence, he was completely laying on top of you while kissing around your shoulder or neck, while you played with his hair

it was peaceful, like it usually is when you’re with him, until he suddenly jumped up with an “oh!”

“remember that one picture i sent you of that cute blind box shop in osaka?” you hummed as he climbed off of you and made his way towards his suitcase

“look what i got you.” you made your way to his suitcase and literally GASP at the array of different trinkets, all in duplicates of two

“donghyun, you didn’t…”

“oh but i did,” he said as he pulled you onto his lap, “and i always will.”

06. says the randomest things out of nowhere

like in the last with bnd episode where jaehyun said he speaks “randomese,” leehan literally makes no sense ever

he’ll make random noises when he eats something he likes or dislikes, he makes you look through his camera roll while he talks about literally anything on the picture, if you’re washing the dishes he’ll start talking about how depicting fish in media isn’t good for wildlife or something ???? he’s very random, but you’re not complaining

it honestly makes things interesting, and he loves that you put up with it

07. really respectful when it comes to serious talks

it seems surprising since he’s literally so unserious all the time, but the second you voice any kind of concern, he is at your every beck and call. most of the time he won’t make any advances until you come to him first, just in case you don’t feel like talking anything out

he doesn’t talk when you vent about your bad day, he doesn’t talk if you’re talking about your perspective of a small argument you guys got into earlier, and he definitely doesn’t talk if you start to cry out of frustration. he just sits and listens, always offering you a shoulder to cry on whether you’re mad or not

it did take him a while to realize you don’t come to him for solutions though… sometimes you just want your cute boyfriend to listen to you and oh that he does

08. very into pda (surprise!)

i truely believe he would make out with you anywhere in front of anyone if you didn’t care, but you do…. because you have decorum….

if you’re out in public he ALWAYS has a hand on you, whether it’s in subtle ways like at the small of your back or in some “in your face” ways like wrapping his hands around your waist. if you two are at a get together he Will pull you onto his lap in front of everyone and you just have to be okay with it

if it is truely something you’re not comfortable with however, he would one hundred percent adjust to the way you show affection and not complain once. if you did reciprocate in any way (if you like pda or not) he’s geeked all day and he’s looking at where your hands meet all day with a shit eating grin on his face

09. recommends his hobbies whenever you feel stressed

he doesn’t really know how else to help, so when you want to really take your mind off of it, he’ll offer you his hobbies! decorating fish tanks are his personal favorite (this wouldnt be a leehan headcannon if i didn’t mention fish).

he would have everything set up for you after you stepped out of a bath (he it drew up while you were crashing out), and have you talk about your pent up stress and anxiety while quietly decorating tanks for his fish friends that you are VERY acquainted with (:

10. has thousands of off guard pictures of you

and yes he is one of those boyfriends that thinks your ugliest pictures are absolutely jaw dropping. sometimes his members will catch him scrolling through his pictures of you with a grin on his face, and all of the pictures are… so questionable

if you ever ask him what his favorite pictures are of you it’s either the ones where you’re feeding his fish, or the completely off guard ones where he calls your name and takes a picture the second you look at him

his lockscreen is definitely something similar, like a picture of you sleeping with a bunch of tiktok trends on your face or doing something completely stupid that he happened to capture. he opens his phone with a big huge smile everytime

11. the only times he would ever get upset at you is if you’re not taking care of yourself

he has this weird sixth sense whenever it comes to you. you haven’t eaten since breakfast and now it’s 6pm? somehow, he knows, and he orders you food with a note that says “I Know you haven’t eaten in a while. I just know it. You better eat or im going over there and feeding you myself. Love you. Eat.”

pulling multiple all nighters to study for your finals? he’s next to you the entire night, dead silent while watching his youtube videos about deep sea facts. the only time he would bother you was to feed you throughout the night and urge you to drink anything other than caffeine. when you decide you’re done for the day, he’s visibly very upset, and he makes sure you know to take care of yourself. (he does get over it after pulling you for a couple hours of sleep in his arms though)

and he does get upset if you watch an episode of the show you two have been watching together without him. like he doesn’t talk to you for an hour until your literally begging him to… he’s just a sassy guy that cares too much about u

12. BRAINDUMPS

sometimes he’s reminded of certain facts he learned and he gets so excited that he just has to tell you then and there. especially if you’re at the aquarium…

but it could also be literally anywhere. you order salmon at your favorite restaurant?

“babe did you know that most adult salmons die after reproduction and become nutrients and food in the freshwater systems?”

“that’s… really sad leehan”

you two are walking along the han river late at night?

“… and remember the skygazer fish i was telling you about earlier?”

“the ugly one?”

“yes!! yeah, super ugly. they’re everywhere here. and they use electric shock to stun prey isn’t that crazy?”

he get’s super happy if you remember anything or retain the information in any way. it’s like when you get reminded that your friends actually like you; he’s reminded that his girlfriend (who he loves and cherishes with everything in him) actually can see him how he sees her. your interest in his interests make him love you tenfold

13. and although he is a talker, quiet intimate moments is what he loves most

the type to look at you with those huge boba eyes full of love whenever you walk up to him while he’s sat at the kitchen island. you have one hand around his neck and one hand playing with his hair. in moments like these, he lives for the intimate stares you give each other as he wraps his arms around your stomach. it’s like you two are the only people on this planet; all the buzzing stopped and it’s just you looking at him, and him looking at you. even the loud protests and suggestions from the members being thrown at you guys are hushed.

and in the end, that’s all it is when it comes to you. to him, just looking at you is enough to quell his struggles. to him, laying in bed together in silence is enough to quiet his mind. you are the calm to his chaos, and for that, he’s forever reminded of why you are his person <3

nay speaks! FINALLY POSTING AGAIN i have been leehan brain for a minute i love him :p anyways i hope u guys like my song recs too ㅠㅠ

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kiss it better

You treat your boyfriend's wounds with soft hands and he treats your heart just as tenderly.

MAINS. Sungho & female reader

TROPES. established relationship, slice of life, fluff

WARNINGS. minor injury, skinship

WORDS. 1.1k

NOTES. requested by my beloved @restlessmaknae, hope you like it! ♡

“Stop laughing,” Sungho said, scolding, but it was as angry as a kitten trying out its claws before going into hiding. He even facepalmed himself with his free hand while letting out an embarrassed groan. It was kind of cute.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled in-between quiet, fading chuckles, trying to compose yourself. “I just can’t believe you. How did you even–”

Just ten minutes ago your boyfriend went out to grab takeaway food for your movie night and came back with a scraped up forearm. Seeing the reddened skin, your first reaction was to jump off the kitchen counter where you were waiting for the caramellized popcorn to be done and check the injury from up close but the worry eased up when you saw that luckily it was only a surface injury.

“They finally had that spicy honey sauce I like, so I got excited and took the stairs two at a time. I tripped, couldn’t grab the railing properly and my hold slipped,” he admitted sheepishly and that was when you couldn’t help but burst out laughing. It was just so like him to get hurt over food, over something silly like this that he was basically protecting that flimsy food container from spilling over with his life.

You have never met someone who could be as precise, responsible and careful as Sungho and at the same time so… endearingly clumsy. He regularly had paper cuts on his fingers from his books and while he was a great cook, minor kitchen accidents happened often. Nothing serious fortunately but you had grown to be used to seeing bandaids over his fingers. He already had callouses on his fingertips from playing the guitar and the remnant of scars wasn’t much different but you wished he didn’t get hurt so often and so easily. Not that you were much better; you had terrible spatial awareness and you tended to bump into furniture and corners on a weekly basis that caused swellings, not to mention the mysterious mosquito bites you got over summer nights. Needless to say, your first aid kit was extensive and well-prepared. Speaking of which…

“Sit down, I’ll get the kit,” you said, no arguments allowed. You knew that Sungho was perfectly capable of taking care of himself but at times like this you found yourself fussing about him, glad if there was something you could do for him.

By the time you were back, Sungho was sitting on the couch, examining the wound himself. It wasn’t a deep gash but it spanned across the soft underside of his forearm like an angry red brand.

“Does it hurt?” You asked, curious, heart aching, as you sat down next to your boyfriend and gently pulled his arm towards you.

“No,” he said but you could practically hear the pout in his voice.

First, you cleaned the blood off the wet cotton pads. You tried to be as gentle as you could because you knew the antiseptic would hurt either way. You glanced at Sungho’s face, at the way he pressed his lips together and furrowed his eyebrows.

“It will sting, sorry,” you mumbled because you hated to see him hurt even if it was something small and necessary like dabbing chemicals around his fresh wound.

Once done you wrapped it under gauze and secured it around his arm but your fingers didn’t leave him, you found yourself caressing the skin of his wrist softly until his features relaxed.

“Better?”

“Uhum,” he hummed, then cleared his throat, blinking rapidly like whenever he got flustered. Then he turned to you, soft strands of hair falling into his eyes and added casually, like an innocent suggestion: “But you could, you know… kiss it better?”

The corner of your lips twitched in amusement because it was something he did to you. Whenever he wrapped a bandaid around your finger or put cream over a bruise, he pressed a barely there kiss around the injured area. He always treated you like you were something precious.

You smiled, enamoured, watching the color rise in Sungho’s cheeks, before leaning down to press a kiss, tender and fleeting, onto the gauze over the wound. Then on the center of his palm which was still red from how firmly he must have grabbed the metal railing. Then your lips trailed over his knuckles just because you could.

“Where else?”

Sungho was a very decisive person, the kind who would plan out even his free days and go grocery shopping knowing exactly what he wanted to cook in the upcoming week. He was also very independent in the way that he was used to doing things for himself without asking for assistance. In the beginning of your relationship communicating about your needs was one of the key challenges because it didn’t come natural to either of you. But you were at that point of your relationship now where you had a feeling what he wanted but you would have liked to hear him ask anyways.

“Y/N…” Sungho pouted, his lower lip jutting out slightly, the curves of his cheeks warm under your touch. With fondness overspilling the ridged edges of your heart, you leaned in and pecked him straight on the mouth. A barely there, blink and you miss it touch.

“There, all done,” you leaned back with mirth dancing in your eyes but you couldn’t get far away before Sungho guided you back with a gentle hand over your nape and captured your lips oh so softly. The kiss was unhurried and mellow, syrupy slow and sickeningly sweet. You smiled against his mouth as you wrapped your arms around his neck, his body supporting your weight like second nature, his hand finding its place on your waist.

Then out of the sudden he tensed and pulled back slightly.

“Wait, the food…” He mumbled, almost guiltily and you gasped, dramatic, more for the theatrics than anything and untangled your limbs from his to put some space between you.

“I’m wounded that you’re choosing food over my kisses,” you put a hand over your heart and Sungho reacted just as defensive as you expected.

“I’m not! But I might have bought your favourite ice cream too and it’s gonna melt.”

“Oh… we can’t have that!” You agreed, quickly getting up from the couch and hurriedly packing the first aid kit away.

“Now who is choosing food over the other?” Sungho laughed, pseudo-offended, but followed you to the kitchen with light steps anyways.

“Nobody, because I’m sharing,” you said when you felt his arms around you from behind.

His touch was love in tangible form but it was the small things that really made your heart swoon: the fact that he remembered your favourite dessert and went out of his way to get it, that you knew he would do the same as you just did if you got hurt and most importantly, he would always make sure that your heart was taken care of.

END NOTES. this drabble is written as part of my if i say i love you drabble request event. hope you enjoyed, there will be more coming!

Sungho talked about his arm injury and scars on minju's pink cabinet

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