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diamonddaze01 · 1 month ago

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us, again

pairing: ljh x reader genre: angst, vaguely hurt comfort? | wc: 1.3k warnings: none | rating: pg a/n: for my 400 follower celebration -> @strxwberry-skiess requested lyrics lab + “until the day we sing together again, my path to you will never end” (us again) // love you rachel, i hope you enjoy!

Jihoon stood frozen at the door of your apartment, his hand lingering on the doorknob, as if somehow he could will the moment to freeze in place. The warmth of the room, which had once been his sanctuary, now felt unfamiliar, too quiet, too still. You had said you needed space, that you both needed time to sort things out, and in his heart, Jihoon had convinced himself that it was just a temporary pause. He could understand it, after all—relationships were complicated, messy even. He had always been a man of logic, of clear thoughts and precise decisions, but now, with your quiet voice echoing the words that seemed so final, his certainty was unraveling, thread by thread.

The apartment felt too small now, the walls pressing in on him as he stood in the space that used to feel like home. Everything was the same—your favorite blanket tossed on the couch, the cup of coffee you never finished on the counter, the books stacked neatly on the shelf. Yet nothing felt the same. The silence between you both had weight, like a third presence in the room, and Jihoon could feel it crushing him, suffocating him in a way that no amount of air could fix.

He didn’t want to turn the handle. He didn’t want to leave, not when everything inside of him screamed that staying was the only thing that made sense. But here you were, standing a few feet away, arms folded tightly across your chest, avoiding his gaze. His heart ached at the sight of you like that—distant, guarded, yet so painfully vulnerable. Jihoon wanted to reach out, to pull you into his arms and remind you of the quiet moments that had made up the rhythm of your life together. But he knew better. He knew that if he pushed too hard, you’d only pull away further.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he muttered, his voice barely louder than the hum of the refrigerator. He was trying to convince both of you, but the words felt like a lie. He wasn’t sure what he meant by them, but it was the only thing he could think to say. The last thing he wanted was for you to think that you were losing him, that somehow this—this break—meant the end.

But you didn’t answer him right away. You just stood there, arms still crossed, eyes downcast as if contemplating something too painful to voice. Jihoon hated that he couldn’t read your expression, hated how far you seemed to be from him, even though he was standing right in front of you.

“I don’t want this to be the end,” you said finally, your voice small, fragile, almost as if you were trying to convince yourself more than him. The words were a whisper, but they carried the weight of a thousand unspoken fears. Your eyes flickered up to meet his, but it was only for a brief moment before you looked away again, as if you couldn’t bear to see the disappointment in his face.

“I just… I need to figure things out,” you continued, your voice steady now, but there was a crack in it—something Jihoon couldn’t ignore. “I need time, Jihoon. I think we both do.”

The ache in Jihoon’s chest deepened at the sound of your words. He had always thought he understood you, that you both had something unspoken, a connection so strong that it could weather anything. But this… this felt like something he hadn’t prepared for. It felt like an earthquake, a tremor in the foundation of everything they had built, and he didn’t know how to stop the aftershocks from tearing them both apart.

His throat felt tight, constricted by an emotion he couldn’t put into words. “You’re sure about this?” he asked, his voice breaking slightly, betraying the uncertainty he felt. He had to ask, even if he was terrified of the answer.

You nodded, but it was the smallest movement, almost as if you were trying to convince yourself more than him. Jihoon felt something shift in the pit of his stomach—something heavy, like the beginning of a storm. He wanted to reach out to you, to make you understand that he would do anything, anything at all, to make this work. But how could he when you were so determined to step back?

“I’m not going to lose you, am I?” Jihoon whispered, his words barely audible, his heart pounding so loudly in his ears that he could barely hear your reply. He didn’t know what it was—desperation, fear, or the quiet realization that you might not be there when he turned around—but it hit him all at once.

You looked at him then, and it was the kind of look that broke him. Not with anger or frustration, but with the quiet understanding that this was something you both had to go through. Something that wasn’t his fault, but was still a result of everything you’d been through. You stepped closer to him, close enough that Jihoon could smell the faint trace of your perfume, the soft scent of your skin, the little things that made you, you.

“I’m not going anywhere. Not really,” you said, and this time, there was a steadiness to your voice that made Jihoon’s heart twist. “But we have to take a step back, Jihoon. We need to figure out who we are outside of this… outside of us. I need to find myself again, and I think you do too.”

Jihoon closed his eyes at the words, as if shutting them out would make it less real. He wanted to scream that you didn’t need to do this, that he was here, ready and waiting to help you find yourself, to find your way back to him. But the words never came. He couldn’t force you to stay. He couldn’t make this decision for you, no matter how much it tore at him.

When he opened his eyes again, you were standing there, close enough that he could feel the heat of your body, but still not close enough to erase the distance that had quietly grown between you both. Your fingers brushed against his arm, a fleeting touch, and for a moment, Jihoon thought it might be enough to make everything go back to the way it had been before. But you didn’t say anything else. The touch was gentle, tender, but so final in its own way.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you repeated, this time more for yourself than for him, as if reminding yourself that this wasn’t goodbye.

Jihoon nodded slowly, his lips parting but no words coming out. He wanted to say something, anything, to keep you close, to hold onto the love that had once felt so easy. But instead, all he could do was whisper, “Until the day we find our way back.”

You didn’t reply right away, but Jihoon saw the way your eyes softened, the way the lines of tension in your face began to fade, if only just for a moment. It wasn’t an answer, not the kind he wanted, but it was enough for now.

He turned slowly, opening the door with a soft click, the cool air of the hallway rushing in. But as he stepped out, as the door closed behind him with a quiet thud, Jihoon didn’t feel like he was leaving you behind. Not completely. Not yet.

The path between you two hadn’t ended. It was just… paused. And no matter how long it took, no matter how far apart you both might grow in this time apart, Jihoon knew—his path to you would never end.

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livingformintyoongi · 8 days ago

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I've literally been thinking about this for days. But finally for the Valentines requests:

Kim Taehyung

"Your silence speaks more than you ever have. And, I'm not sure why it took so long for me to notice."

“You’re the reason why I believe in love, you know?”

Celebrity AU, Established Relationship

Space Between Us | Kim Taehyung

Author’s note: A promise is a promise! As I mentioned in the Valentine's special post, mooties have favoritism and, therefore, their requests were going to be posted first (depending on whether they had smut or not, that would determine the order). With this, the publication of requests officially opens, and there are still four days left for the event to end! With that, I’ll say goodbye, I hope you all enjoy it! This is based on a song by Morat (Déjame ir) and one by Taylor Swift (Tolerate it). If you understand Spanish, trust me, Morat’s song is worth listening to (listen to it even if you don’t understand Spanish, music knows no borders, plus it’s one of my favorite songs lol). Word count: 2.4k Warnings: Angst, Taehyung acts like an idiot at the beginning, but it has a happy ending, I swear. Taglist: @thunderg @minjianhyung @queenv1997 @yoongtism @lizzymizzy-blogg @superbbananananana @drpepperobsessed @themwordsblog @taekritimin123 @bluecloudss @yooglefics @tan-veee @angellekookie @madussthoughts Dividers by @bernardsbendystraws

The table in front of you was perfectly set; two glasses, a bottle of wine, two plates, four utensils, and some side dishes adorned the center, along with an elegant crystal vase overflowing with hydrangeas and small wildflowers that you had picked up during one of the many outings you’d been taking lately.

It was the only thing you could do in this place so far from the city.

You lifted your gaze from your plate, watching the man sitting across from you. His perfectly styled black hair, his blank eyes fixed on his phone, and the constant movement of his lips as he chewed his food. You watched every little movement he made, giving him the attention he deserved as a husband.

You had done everything you could to be the perfect wife. You gave him space, you gave him time, you waited for this situation to just be another difficult phase that you both could overcome with time. “It’s fine, darling." "You’re just overreacting." "I’m a little tired, that’s all…” How much longer would you have to endure this? How much longer would you have to wait for things to go back to the way they used to be?

You bit the inside of your lip, refusing to say something that could change everything forever. When had your life become this? A stupid fantasy, a life of pain and internal agony disguised as every woman’s dream, using money and luxury as tools that gave credibility to the perfect image everyone said you had.

Was this the life everyone dreamed of? An empty life, where the only form of love, gratitude, or respect between you was covered by expensive gifts or vacations in ostentatiously expensive places? You didn’t want this life, you didn’t want the cameras behind you, you didn’t want people approaching you only for their own interest. The only reason you chose to live like this was because of your husband, the one you believed was the love of your life.

The same man who now barely glanced at you, who no longer listened to you, who no longer valued you.

Should you really keep biting your tongue and lock away your feelings in a vault deep within your mind, guarded by all your fears and insecurities, by all the thousand and one reasons why it would be a bad idea to say anything, because, despite everything, you still loved him?

“Do you still love me?” You blurted out suddenly, surprising both of you equally. You straightened up in the chair where you had spent the last half hour sitting, dining, feeling the pressure in your chest as, for the first time in what felt like months, he looked at you.

But his attention on you didn’t last long. It was only a second, one where he just raised an eyebrow in your direction and shook his head, letting out a heavy sigh, as if what you had just said was the most ridiculous thing on the planet, as if it didn’t matter that you were breaking inside, that he was breaking you.

Not a single word came from his mouth, but that was more than enough to answer your question.

"Your silence speaks more than you ever have,” you murmured, your head down, clenching your jaw as tightly as you could. You didn’t want to cry in front of him, you didn’t want him to pull out the card that you were always playing the victim and resolving all your fights with your tears. But it hurt. It hurt too much, enough to let a river of tears escape from your eyes. But you resisted. You took a breath and continued, your voice as broken as your heart, “And, I'm not sure why it took so long for me to notice."

You had said it. Finally, after all this time, you had said it. Then you lifted your gaze, wanting to see what he would say, how he would justify himself, what his excuse would be. But he said nothing. He didn’t look at you, he didn’t listen. He had proven his point again without even realizing it, and it hurt, it hurt too much.

Taehyung knew that the way he was handling things wasn’t anywhere near the best; making the person he loved most suffer in order to protect her from the horrible world he was forced to live in was one of the things that kept him up at night, torn between keeping her happy or keeping her safe.

He never thought that by doing so, he would have to watch the sparkle in her eyes fade with each passing day, that seeing her suffer like that would be so painful, that kind of pain that, just by witnessing it, you can feel yourself destroying from the inside.

It was on days like these, when he secretly watched your face across the table, head lowered, with tears threatening to fall from your eyes, that he really stopped to think if this was truly what you needed, if he was really doing the best thing by pushing you aside.

He repeated to himself over and over again that this was exactly what both of them needed; he was slowly distancing himself from you to prevent any random fan or news outlet from hurting you or slandering you, and in return, you could live peacefully. That’s why he bought this house, so far away from everything, so that public scrutiny couldn’t reach you.

He never wanted divorce to be, well, an option. He loved you too much to let you go, even though deep in his heart, he knew that was the best way to free you from any kind of pain.

Both of them were stuck in the same vicious circle; they knew that the best decision was to separate, but they loved each other enough to refuse the idea of not being together, even when it was slowly destroying them inside.

“Are you going to sleep in the guest room again?” you asked softly, weakly, something that resembled your mood over the last few months. Taehyung noticed how you twisted your pajamas with your fingers, your eyes staring expressionlessly at the tips of your bare feet. You were already wearing your pajamas, the ones he had bought for you when you weren’t even married yet.

It was supposed to be a set, matching pajamas you both wore because you were so happy with your life together and wanted to shout to the world that you loved each other, even through a silly couples’ pajama.

He still kept it.

“Yeah, the bed’s more comfortable,” he managed to say in the coldest tone he could muster. Inside, however, his throat burned, and his heart trembled using that tone with you. You deserved more, so much more. He took a deep breath, ignoring the pain that grew in his chest as he noticed how your eyelashes fluttered quickly to prevent any tears from falling. He summoned all his strength and willpower to leave that room, and even as he did, the urge to run toward you and comfort you ate him up inside.

You stared at the ceiling of your supposed shared room. You and Taehyung had drawn several stars on it when you first moved in, wanting to be able to see the beautiful night sky every time you went to bed. Taehyung wanted that whenever he wasn’t home, you could look at the ceiling and see all the stars in the universe, try to count them even when it was impossible. You still remembered how he had told you that his love for you was equal to all the stars in the universe, and by counting them, you could know how far his love for you went.

What had happened to that Taehyung? What had changed him so much overnight?

For a second, you wondered if he was still inside of him, if that romantic and sweet side you had fallen for so deeply still existed somewhere. If it was really there, what should you do to get it back?

An idea crossed your mind, one you’d probably regret later. But you would do it anyway because, damn it, you wanted him back, and if this, for some reason, made you move forward even a little, then you’d do it.

You got out of bed, not bothering to put on your slippers. That was absolutely the least of your worries right now. You ran as fast as your feet could take you, your eyes fixed on the door to the guest room. Your heart was pounding hard, and you could hear the thumping in your ears. Your anxiety was at its peak, which is why you almost screamed when you saw Taehyung leave the room with the same desperation as you.

You both shared a glance, both breathing heavily, as if the internal struggle you were both going through was enough to affect your physical state.

But that didn’t matter, how could it when he was standing right in front of you, looking at you the same way he had when he first saw you? When he had the same look as when you walked down the aisle and gave your body, heart, and soul to him.

He was there, standing in front of you, with eyes just as tearful as yours.

And then you ran to him.

You let your arms wrap around his neck, clinging to him as if your life depended on it, and you could feel him do exactly the same, his hands gripping your waist tightly, making it hard for you to breathe.

Even with cheeks soaked in tears held back for months and the strong hold around you, you felt more alive than you had in any of these last months. Finally, after all this time, you felt a little more at ease.

"Forgive me, please, forgive me," he whispered against your shoulder, sounding just as desperate as you had during dinner. It was as if he were a castaway, and you were his lifeline; he needed to hold onto you so he wouldn’t drown in his own agony. "I know I’ve been an idiot, I know, b-but I can’t stand pretending to make you hate me anymore," he let out a soft sob, loud enough for you to hear. "It hurts... it hurts seeing you like this, seeing how I hurt you. I don’t want to do it, I can’t keep doing this, I don’t want you to keep feeling like this."

You caressed his back with the tips of your fingers, your touch soft but firm. You missed having him close, hearing his voice, feeling his breath near you. You missed him.

You wanted to ask him so many things, starting with why he had been acting like this. Had he been pretending all this time? Why? What did he gain from pushing you away? Why didn’t he just ask for a divorce if the problem was being with him? Though that option was painful to think about.

You had too many questions, but you couldn’t ask them now; you weren’t in a position to receive an answer that could destroy you completely, and for some reason, you felt like Taehyung wasn’t ready to answer them.

So you decided to take a small step towards reconciliation.

"Let’s go to bed... to our bed," you whispered against his ear, feeling a warmth in your chest as you saw him nod against your shoulder.

It was hard to get to the room with Taehyung clinging to you, never letting go, but you couldn’t have cared less. You wanted him to stay like that. You guided him to the bed and sat him on his side, stopping for a moment to look at him more closely.

This was the Taehyung you longed for with all your heart; the Taehyung with messy hair, eyes bright with life, full of love for you, a Taehyung who truly looked at you.

You shook your head and walked to the other side of the bed, lying under the covers. This time, you didn’t feel cold, didn’t feel that loneliness that had been tormenting you since the sun rose until the moon reached its highest point.

You couldn’t help but smile.

"You’re too good to me," he whispered in the middle of your daydream. You could feel his arm around your waist, his hair tickling your chin as he cuddled into your chest. It was almost like a lost puppy searching for love from its owner. "After making you feel like that... why did you bring me here again? Why didn’t you hit me and force me to stay away from you?"

You stayed silent for a few seconds, looking at the ceiling above you again. The memory of your happy times came like a lightning bolt through your mind. "Because I love you..." you whispered against his head, smiling softly before continuing, "and don’t think you’re getting away from this, Kim, tomorrow we’re having a very long talk where you’ll spill everything you didn’t tell me in these past months."

You felt your heart leap when you heard a soft, deep laugh escape his mouth, his arms wrapping around you with a little more force. "You... You’re the reason why I believe in love, you know?" he murmured against the bare skin of your neck, kissing your chin softly. "I don’t know what I did to deserve you... but I promise I’ll do everything to get you back completely. I want... I need to fix all the damage I caused."

You nodded silently. This time, you were the one who made your grip on Taehyung much stronger. You were afraid that this was a dream, that maybe your imagination was playing a cruel trick on you, and all of this was the result of your desperation to recover your relationship.

But it wasn’t.

Because you woke up the next morning, and Taehyung was still by your side, watching you with a smile brighter than the sun itself, caressing you as if you were his most precious person in this world. You knew that with time, things could improve. You had faith that both of you would get through this, and Taehyung would prove to you that you could make it.

Masterlist.

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wigglebox · 1 year ago

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Merry Christmas! 🎄✨💙💚

#destiel #dean winchester #castiel #supernatural #spn fanart #spn art #spnfanart #wiggleart #posting it on my Christmas Eve since I know people are hours away from Christmas Day #and some celebrate on Christmas Eve lol #what did you think Dean got for Cas to prompt this breathless reaction? 👀#anyway I hope y’all have a wonderful holiday if you celebrate and if you don’t then #I hope you have a wonderful Sunday and Monday regardless 💙💚

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notbecauseofvictories · 3 months ago

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What do you feel about the NYC hitman

#alternatively a tweet I saw recently that mentioned how desperately funny it is #that the media's first reaction was ''guys. GUYS. can you please stop celebrating.''#even the handful of opinion pieces I've read have had to tackle this. it's very amusing.

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sluttyminghao · 2 years ago

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hellohello!! i’ve read almost all of your works and you are definitely AMAZING. for the 8k celebration may i request what would be making out with hiphop unit but you both are very drunk😭

tysmmm❤️

seungcheol: it's so sloppy, and honestly he's had probably a Lot to drink. he would probably end up sucking on your jaw and lips for a while thinking he's being a makeout god, but alas. honestly, you both probably end up with hickies in weird places

wonwoo: he probably ends up just talking a whole bunch about how much he loves you between long and heavy kisses, as well as letting his large hands drunkenly roam your body and giggle when he grabs boob

mingyu: the chattiest puppy, he probably ends up talking about how drunk he is over making out. you have to sit on his lap and smash your lips to his to shut him up, and even then he still tries to mumble a conversation

vernon: I feel like he'd be so drunk he probably falls asleep mid-makeout session, and wakes up like 2 minutes later, only for the cycle to repeat. kiss, kiss gets heavy, he gets tired, sleep, shock himself awake, repeat.

#8k celebration #sluttyhao reaction #sluttyhao smut #kpop smut #seventeen smut #seungcheol smut #wonwoo smut #mingyu smut #vernon smut

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daily-lea-crosscode · 3 months ago

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sonic racing WHAT..........?

#my real life reaction watching this #im not a sonic fan so the announcement isnt very impactful to me but thje name made me burst out laughing #hoping sonic and crosscode fans are celebrating. you won. at the very silly coincidence #daily crosscode #lea #crosscode #yeah i spent like 5 minutes on this and it was just tracing lea over the soyjak point but why not the joke is funny to me. main tag

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abignewscom · 3 months ago

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Why Fans Are Convinced Justin Bieber Reacted to Selena Gomez’s Engagement News with a Secret Message

Celebrity relationships are always a hot topic, but few have captured the world’s attention quite like the rollercoaster romance between Justin Bieber and Selena Gomez. Even years after their final split, fans continue to find connections between their lives. Most recently, Selena Gomez’s engagement to Benny Blanco sparked a whirlwind of theories when Justin Bieber posted an Instagram photo that…

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#celebrity news #celebrity reaction #Engagement #justin bieber #Pop Culture #secret message #Selena Gomez #trending

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tae-shimura-is-my-wife · 4 months ago

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At first this was going to be about the hipocrisy of fandom regarding ichiruki and the sacracity of m/f friendship rep, but then I perceveid it would be stupid since most of them could ship two doors if it was a man and woman, they just are doing mental olympics to disprove it being read as romantic.

But there's a part of this that's really annoying and it's the warriors of m/f friendship being mad at every IR shipper, but never at the people who erases Rukia infuence and importance from Ichigo's life.

Look a lot of giant Bleach accounts try to minimize Ichigo and Rukia relationship, they're the reason as to why Bleach even exist their relationship is the pillar of the entire story, they're soulmates and destined to be together (yes even in a platonic sense), but most of them don't even recognize that, most would say they're besties or share one braincell and that's it... not even having the nerve of saying Ichigo and Rukia are most important person in each other life.

It's really funny how IRs are the horrible ones for shipping two friends, but then get real quiet to the ones who literally ignore Rukia importance/presence, say Renji is actually Ichigo bestie, barely even post official art with these two, never complained about how Rukia and Ichigo bond was dimished in the last arc and in the post ending novel, like? Are you really a fan of their friendship or you are just mad bc people ship them instead of something else? Be serious for a moment! 90% of times folks say they're friends are because they find romantic IR an absurd idea, so many of "their friendship is so precious, such a shame a bunch of freaks ship them 🥺" Is it necessary? Everytime someone say Ichigo and Rukia are friends a whole ass crowd reunites to hate on the ship, I'm sorry but I thought you guys were there to celebrate their friendship? I will never take these people seriously.

#ichiruki #pro ichiruki #so funny how many of the “let ir be friends” ppl #follow a bunch of rukia haters #and people that literally edit/cut her from official art with all the main five #people that never ONCE cared to their bond outside of ship wars #but sure they think platonic IR is very important #they could at least pretend a little bit better christ #posting them in a twitter quote trend doesn't change the fact you guys dgaf #any literally any person that fights for the right of these two being friends wouldn't accept how the novel treated their relationship #much less in the last arc #and i've already seen other fandoms talking about platonic bonds in other fandoms #and most of their reactions are like “i adore them so much”#and not a ship hating point #and when it attract haters generally op tries to calm the situation saying it's just to celebrate characters relationships #i wonder why it never goes this way in bleach fandom #it's always ppl with the most forced het ships saying “why can men and women be friends anymore?”#be for real #take your own advice then

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diamonddaze01 · 3 months ago

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love you the mostest

pairing: ljh x reader genre: fluffy fluffy fluffy | wc: 2.2k warnings: none | rating: pg a/n: my love letter to lee jihoon - happy birthday <3 // also big thanks to @chanranghaeys for convincing me to write this all as one big fic i love u muah

summary: happy birthday, jihoon.

The room was still dark, save for the faintest sliver of light peeking through the edges of the curtains, hinting at the dawn breaking outside. The soft hum of the early morning and the rhythmic rise and fall of Jihoon’s breath were the only sounds, a quiet lullaby of intimacy.

You had woken up long before your alarm, the quiet stirrings of the city pulling you from sleep. Jihoon’s schedule was packed today, like it always was, and you wanted to steal this moment—when the world was still asleep and his mind hadn't yet been claimed by the chaos. He was so calm in the mornings, his body relaxed and at peace, the stillness of sleep wrapping around him like a comforting blanket.

You shifted slightly under the covers, feeling the warmth of his body against yours, inviting you to stay close. His hand found yours, fingers threading together almost instinctively, as if this was the most natural thing in the world. His exhale tickled your skin as he pulled you in, his face burrowing into the crook of your neck. The familiar weight of him settled against you, grounding you in the moment.

You pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, your lips lingering there for just a beat longer than usual. Pulling back, you brushed a strand of hair away from his face, his eyes barely open, still clouded with sleep. He blinked up at you, his hand tightening around yours as though to ensure you were real, his lips curving into a soft smile.

"Mm... so early," he mumbled, his voice thick with the remnants of sleep, his breath warm against your skin.

"Sorry, Hoonie," you whispered, squeezing his hand gently. "I couldn’t wait to tell you."

He stirred just a little, his arms pulling you closer, his lips grazing your jawline, a barely audible sound escaping his lips. "Tell me what?"

You grinned at how endearing he looked, his sleepy smile making your heart flutter. "Happy birthday," you whispered, your words soft but full of warmth, just for him, in the quiet stillness of the room.

His eyes fluttered open fully now, the remnants of sleep still clinging to him, and for a moment, it seemed like he didn’t quite understand. Then, a soft, surprised smile tugged at the corners of his lips, and his voice, still rough from sleep, was filled with warmth. "It’s too early for that, you know?"

You laughed softly, your fingers threading through his messy hair. "I know. But I wanted to be the first to wish you."

His arms tightened around you, pulling you in closer, his lips brushing against your neck once more as he sighed. "You’re always the first," he whispered, his voice barely audible, "And the best part of my day, too."

Your heart skipped a beat, and you could feel the sincerity in his words, even through the haze of sleep. The morning light, gentle now, cast a soft glow on his face, making him look even more angelic than usual.

"I’m glad," you murmured, your voice full of affection as you tightened your embrace. "You deserve everything, Jihoon. I hope this year brings you all the happiness you deserve."

He sighed contentedly, his eyes slipping shut, the exhaustion of his day lingering in the way he held you close. But then, his lips brushed your cheek, a soft kiss that lingered just long enough to make your heart beat a little faster. It wasn’t rushed or demanding—just gentle, an invitation to stay in this moment with him.

You didn’t pull away. Instead, you leaned into the kiss, closing your eyes as his lips hovered near your skin, warm and tender. A moment passed, and his mouth brushed the corner of your lips, so faint it almost felt like a dream. The kiss was lazy and slow, drawn out, as though he was savoring the sensation of being close to you.

His hand found its way to your arm, his fingers tracing up your skin with a light touch, sending a shiver down your spine. He tugged you in closer, his body pressing against yours, and the weight of him was both heavy and comforting. The space between you disappeared, leaving only the soft press of his lips and the gentle rhythm of your breath.

"Too far away," he murmured, his voice low and still thick with sleep, as if waking to the reality of the moment. His lips found yours again, this time with more intention, the kiss deepening as if he couldn’t quite pull away. It was slow, not desperate, but full of the kind of closeness that only two people who had shared so many quiet mornings could understand.

You melted into him, your heart fluttering with the familiarity of it all. His lips moved against yours in a rhythm only the two of you knew, a rhythm that spoke of years of being in sync with each other, of a bond forged in the most ordinary yet profound moments.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested gently against yours, both of you breathing softly, trying to slow the quickening beat of your hearts. His eyes were still heavy with sleep, and you brushed your fingers through his hair, your heart full with the quiet intimacy of the moment.

"You need to get some rest, Hoonie," you whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his nose. "You’ve got a long day ahead."

He groaned, a playful pout forming on his lips. "Just a little longer..."

You shook your head gently, kissing his forehead, lingering there for a moment before you tucked yourself closer to him. "No, you’ve got schedules today. You need to sleep."

Jihoon’s arms tightened around you for a second, and he sighed, his face nuzzling into your neck once more. "Fine," he muttered, though you could hear the smile in his voice. "But just a few more minutes."

You grinned, letting yourself relax into him, the warmth of his body and the steady sound of his breathing lulling you both back into the quiet comfort of the morning. The world outside could wait just a little longer.

It’s nearly 2 AM when Jihoon comes home, the faint jingle of his keys breaking the stillness of the apartment. The door creaks open, and the soft shuffle of his sneakers against the hardwood announces his presence. He stands in the entryway, shoulders sagging under the weight of exhaustion. His eyes are heavy, his body aching from the endless hours spent in the studio.

But then he notices it—the living room.

The space is bathed in a soft, golden glow from the streetlights filtering through the curtains. Balloons in every color scatter across the floor like a rainbow had exploded inside. In the center of the coffee table, a small cake sits proudly, its frosting delicately swirled and an unlit candle standing tall in the middle. The sight alone eases the tight coil of tension in his chest, but it’s the figure on the couch that truly stops him.

It’s you.

You’re curled up, cheek pressed to a throw pillow, legs tucked underneath you. The faint rise and fall of your chest in sleep makes his heart twist. You look so peaceful, your hair slightly mussed and your face soft with dreams. Jihoon stands there for a moment, drinking you in, before a quiet laugh escapes him. How is it that even now, you manage to make him feel like the luckiest person alive?

“Baby?” he calls softly, his voice low and careful, barely above a whisper.

You stir at the sound, a groan escaping your lips as your eyes flutter open. Blinking blearily, you meet his gaze, your expression drowsy but warm.

“Jihoon?” you murmur, your voice laced with sleep.

He steps closer, the corners of his lips tugging upward. “Yeah, love,” he says, moving to the couch and gently lifting your legs to settle them on his lap. His hands are warm and careful as they touch you, and you sigh at the familiarity. Leaning down, he presses a soft kiss to your temple, his lips lingering as if to reassure himself that you’re really here. “What’s all this?”

“Birthday surprise,” you mumble, your voice thick with sleep as you rub your eyes.

Jihoon chuckles, a low sound that rumbles deep in his chest. “It’s 2 AM. My birthday’s over, love.”

That wakes you a little more. You sit up abruptly, your mock-serious expression drawing a playful scoff from him. “I’d celebrate with you any day, any time, forever, love of my life,” you declare dramatically, throwing a hand over your heart.

He rolls his eyes, but the warmth in his gaze betrays him. “Alright then, troublemaker,” he teases, “let’s celebrate.”

Sliding off the couch, Jihoon pulls you with him, settling himself on the floor in front of the coffee table. He tugs at your hands until you’re seated sideways in his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist like they were made to anchor you there.

His gaze flickers to the candle. “Well?” he prompts, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Aren’t you going to light it?”

You reach for the lighter, flicking it until a tiny flame dances atop the wick. The room glows warmly, the light catching on Jihoon’s features—his sharp jawline, the soft curve of his lips, and the faint tiredness that lingers in his eyes. Your breath hitches. He’s always been beautiful, but in this moment, with his gaze fixed only on you, he’s breathtaking.

You hum a quiet, off-key rendition of Happy Birthday, and Jihoon sways you gently as you sing, his hands rubbing slow circles into your back. When you finish, he leans forward to blow out the candle, the flame flickering briefly before disappearing.

“Make a wish?” you ask softly.

His lips curve into a faint smile. “Don’t need to,” he murmurs, his voice like a secret meant only for you. “I already have everything I want.”

The words make your heart stutter. He leans back against the couch, and you press a kiss to his cheek, then another to his jawline, your lips brushing against his skin as softly as the light in the room.

Jihoon reaches for the cake with his fingers, tearing off a small piece and holding it out to you. “Forgot the plates, huh?” he teases, his lips twitching with amusement.

You laugh, taking the offered bite. The frosting melts on your tongue, sugary and sweet, but nothing compares to the warmth that blooms in your chest at the sound of his laughter.

“You know,” he muses, brushing a thumb over the corner of your lips to catch a stray crumb, “in Brazil, people give the first slice of their birthday cake to the person they love most.”

The simple, tender confession undoes you. Without thinking, you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss. It’s soft and deep, and he sighs against your lips, his hands tightening around your waist. He tastes like frosting and everything good in the world, and you think you could drown in him forever.

“Happy birthday, Jihoon,” you whisper when you finally pull back, your foreheads resting together. “I love you the most, too.”

His lips brush against your temple as he replies, “Thank you, my love.”

The two of you sit there for a while in comfortable silence, the hum of the city outside a faint backdrop to Jihoon’s voice as he softly hums a melody into your hair.

“Baby?”

“Yeah, love?” he answers, his tone low and warm.

“It’s not your birthday anymore.”

A faint smirk curves his lips. “Well done, troublemaker. Very astute observation.”

A mischievous grin spreads across your face as you dip your finger into the frosting. “So that means I can do this!”

Before he can react, you swipe your frosting-covered hand across his cheek, leaving a trail of sprinkles and sugary chaos behind.

For a moment, he just stares at you, mouth agape in mock horror. Then his eyes narrow, and a grin overtakes his features.

“Why, you little—”

You’re on your feet in an instant, laughter spilling from your lips as you dart toward the bedroom. Jihoon’s laughter rings out as he chases you, catching you with ease and tackling you onto the bed.

“Got you now,” he declares, pinning your wrists to the mattress, his fingers digging mercilessly into your sides as you shriek with laughter.

“Jihoon, stop!” you gasp between giggles. “The sheets—they’re new!”

He pauses, his expression mock-serious. “Fine,” he relents, releasing your wrists. “Only because the sheets are white.”

“And because you love me?” you tease, still catching your breath.

“And because I love you,” he calls over his shoulder as he heads to the bathroom. “I love you the mostest. Thank you for the best birthday.”

Lying back on the bed, you let out a contented sigh, your heart full. There’s no one else you’d rather celebrate with—2 AM or not.

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