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cheraverse · 2 days ago

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garlic. — lee minho 이민호

masterlist ; genre full fluff includes bestfriend!minho, cooking, mention of blind date, accidental burns, kissing.

“in which your best friend seemed to hate your recent blind date.”

“wait, what do you want me to do again?” you frowned, looking at the messy kitchen counter confusedly. so many things happened at the same time. you tried to remember minho’s instruction. crack the egg? chopped the garlic? something to do with the butter?

“nevermind, just sit down,” minho pointed at the dinner table on the other side of the room with his chin. both of his hands are too busy with the mixing bowl.

you obeyed his words and made your way to sit on the chair, “so, as i was saying,” you positioned the chair to be closer to the cooking scene, “i think he is almost perfect. like, he is arguably good-looking, and he treated me nice–”

CLANG!

you jumped a little, “dude, calm down,” the way minho threw the bowl to the sink is totally unnecessary.

“slipped,” minho seemed indifferent; he returned to the cutting board as if nothing ever happened. his furrowed brows and pursed lips made him look intimidating when he focused.

“okay, back to–” minho’s eyes didn’t stray far from his cutting board. the knife in his hand, satisfyingly cutting through the beef, “are you even listening?” the lack of response from minho irritated you a little. your mouth has been running, trying to tell him about your blind date earlier, and it seems like he didn’t pay any bit of attention.

“yeah, yeah,” minho finally answered, but still had his eyes on something else, “he smells bad, right?” he put the sliced beef on the frying pan. the pan sizzled loudly, filling the room with its sharp sound

“right,” you nodded, “do you think it’s a deal breaker?” you stood up to get closer to him. the scent of the food-in-the-making attracted your hungry stomach.

“well,” minho stirred the pan as he poured some sliced onion, “yes,” he juggled the pan like the chefs you see on a cooking show.

“but everything else about him is perfect,” you watched as he added things to the pan, secretly amazed at how cool he looked right now, “he likes cats, he's well educated, and he even brought a bouq—OW!”

some oil splashed onto your hand, not much, but enough to cause some scorching sting. without thinking much, minho quickly turned off the stove and dragged you to the sink. he gently brought your burnt hand under the running water, “didn’t i tell you to sit down?” his voice is sharp, cold, and clearly irritated.

“well, you kept ignoring me!” you flinched a little when the water touched a specific part of the burnt.

minho scoffed, still holding your hand under the running water, “your story sucks i don’t want to bother listening,” he kept turning your hand slightly, inspecting the damage on your skin.

“what the hell?” you freed your hand from him, causing water to splash a little, “what is wrong with you?!”

minho stood back but still tried to make you put your hand back under the water, “your wound need to be cooled down for twenty minutes,” he pointed at the sink.

“no, what is up with you?” you frowned, watching his flat expression. you asked out of sarcasm, “what? are you jealous or something?”

“yes.”

you opened your mouth, ready to counter his answer with another snarky remark. wait. you looked at his eyes, wondering if you were mistaken. did he just say yes?

“wha–”

“what?” minho raced your words. he awkwardly pointed at the sink again, “keep your hand under the water,” he brushed his nose and walked away to the other room, “i’ll look for a cooling gel.”

it took you some time to assess the situation, “wait—what did–minho!” you quickly turned off the sink and grabbed some tissues to dry your dripping hand. you stormed to chase minho only to find him standing in the doorway.

the look on his face is oddly serious, “you know what,” minho stepped closer to you, “i’m good-looking and i smell nice, why wouldn’t you date me?” he crossed his arms, watching you with his sharp gaze.

you blinked frantically, never expecting this kind of conversation to come out of his mouth, “no, wait–”

“no?” he dropped his hand, visibly looking upset. he scoffed loudly, “you’ve been complaining to me that you never met a decent guy,” minho took another bold step, forcing you to quietly retreat, “AND YET, YOU. NEVER. TAKE. MY HINTS.”

you took some time to go back to the lane of your memories. analyzing every interaction you had with him. but your brain short-circuited, “...what?”

“woah, are you that dumb?” minho brushed his hair back and laughed irritably.

you pointed at him angrily, “okay, now that’s just mean.”

minho wiped his face exhaustedly, “sorry,” he sighed. he buried his face on his palms, thinking how the hell he would escape from this situation.

“yes,” you said in the silence.

“what?” minho’s brows furrowed, looking at you confused.

“are you that dumb?” you asked, enjoying the satisfying feeling of using his own words, “your first question. yes.”

minho blinked a few times. his eyes stayed on you, yet his mind wandered around. it took him half the time to understand your words and half the other panicking, “wait, are you serious?”

“after this dramatic confession, you expect me to turn you down?” you crossed your arms, smirking at minho’s dumbfounded face, “took you long enough. i actually had a crush on you when we first met. i just buried it because i thought–”

minho abruptly squeezed your cheeks with both of his hands, “can i kiss you to shut you up?”

you could see how his eyes were studying your lips. you wondered if he had always been tempted to kiss you before, and you were too oblivious to notice.

at the sight of your nod, minho promptly put his lips on yours. the kiss was slow and careful, yet so passionate. something about it felt new and familiar at the same time. it’s probably his minty breath or the scent of his body wash; you realize you’ve never smelled it this up close before.

both of you pulled back, and the awkward tension started to storm in. you touched your heated cheeks, wondering if he noticed it. but the joke’s on you. minho’s face is painted just as red, probably redder than yours. he tried to dodge your gaze, “what?”

“your hands smell like garlic,” you blurted.

minho snorted, his usual smug grin returning. “you’re welcome.”

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cheraverse · 3 days ago

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good morning. — han jisung 한지성

masterlist ; genre fluff, slightly suggestive include established relationship, kisses, bare skin, cute banter.

“in which you enjoy your morning as you wake up next to him.”

you rub your eyes as the sun seeps through the curtains, just enough to blind your waking eyes. you don't bother looking at the clock, knowing it's already late in the morning. with half-opened eyes you contemplated whether you should be a responsible adult or go back to sleep. the temptation of the dreamland lingered, but a soft snore beside you interrupted your train of thought. han sprawled out on his belly, shirtless, his bare back falling and rising with each breath.

the stupid faces he makes when he sleeps always put a smile on you. his puffy cheeks, his messy hair, and his slightly pouted lips. you wonder if he realizes how cute he is when he's asleep—truly contrasting the dashing tattoo on his sideline. your fingertips slowly traced the design, savoring the therapeutic feeling of his warm and tender skin.

“—lish…” han murmured still with his eyes closed, “—hat's ticklish….” you chuckled at his mumbling, something you'd grown so fond of from all the morning you shared.

without a second thought, you bring yourself closer to him. putting gentle kisses on his bare back, “—u love me that much, huh?” han asked in his raspy morning voice. the words became clearer as if he had fully woken up.

you smiled as you watched him turn to face you, “good morning,” you whispered.

“morning,” han shot a drowsy smile at you. his arms gently brought your figure to his embrace. you could feel a kiss on top of your head as you lay on his chest, “now let's go back to sleep,” you can hear him smiling.

you laughed at his antics, “don't you have to go?”

“where?” han softly pressed his lips on the crown of your head, “i have my whole world right here,” you giggled and jokingly punched his arm drawing a dramatic cry from han, “i thought you love me???”

“seriously, don't you need to go to work?” you looked up at han's smug face still with his eyes closed, pretending to be asleep.

“they can't fire me anyway," han blurted. you swatted at his arm again, this time harder than the last, “OUCH!” han yelped, his eyes snapping open as he pretended to be offended yet still refused to let you go. a second later, he grinned, offering his lips with a dramatic pout “fine, kiss me and i'll go.”

you rolled your eyes but still pecked his lips quickly, “there.”

han frowned, feigning offense. "that’s not a kiss."

"what do you mean? that’s a kiss," you said, trying to wriggle free from his arms.

“no, no, no. that doesn't count,” han shook his head, didn't budge from your effort, “i want a real one. an actual proper kiss,” his lips pursed mischievously.

you finally positioned yourself to cup his face between your hands. you gently pressed your lips to his. this time rather than a quick touch, you lingered to feel his lips with yours. memorizing his tenderness as if you never kissed him before. you can feel han's slight smile and his arms slid behind your head to deepen your kiss. the time stopped as the heat on your cheeks spread to your whole body. you could share a thousand kisses with him and every single one would always send you into a mesmerizing trance.

you quickly detached yourself from him, “okay, now go,” causing him to whine. something you’d grown immune to after spending so much time with him. han unwillingly got out of bed as you pushed him.

“okay,” but han didn't seem to go anywhere anytime soon. he put his arms on the bed leaning towards you, “one last kiss?" he pursed his lips, refusing to give up.

“no,” you pinched his pouting lips and usher him to go. knowing all too well that another kiss would lead to something more and neither of you would bother to start the day.

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