#cute lil bowl cut my beloved!!!!!!

[reikunrei]

anyway will’s hair is and always has been cute, you’re all just mean

[btsvt-adventures]

Day 04/30 - The Game Plan

A/n: Day (week) 4 of 30 day OTP challenge! This has been crossposted to AO3, so if by chance you see something like this under the u/n Soojinnie, don’t panic HAHA it’s just me from like 3 years ago or something :3 

Prompt: On A Date

Pairing: Jihoon x Seungcheol (Jicheol)

Warning(s): Nothing too bad, just a lot of heart exploding, toe curling fluff? heheh

Words:  1,545

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30 DAY (WEEK) OTP CHALLENGE Masterlist

“You can do this!” -silence- “Come on Choi Seungcheol you got this.” -silence- “Fuck, I can’t do this.”

Seungcheol’s been sitting in his car for the last ten minutes, freaking out about tonight’s date. It’s not just any date; it’s their sixth anniversary, and Seungcheol doesn’t want to mess anything up, not when he’s planned everything so perfectly. 

But he can’t get out of the goddamn car. 

He tries to pep talk himself again, hoping this time it’ll actually prompt him to walk up to Jihoon’s door, but jumps when his phone rings. He glances at it, fumbling to answer when he sees that it’s Jeonghan.

“Hel-”

“Get your ass out of the car already or I swear Jihoon is gonna kill you for being late.” 

Seungcheol forces a strangled laugh at Jeonghan’s annoyed tone, already feeling the panic and nervousness set in. His heart races, vision swimming for a bit,  and Seungcheol wonders if this is what a stroke feels like. 

“Okay Seungcheol, you can do this. Everything’s planned. All you need to do is pick up your boyfriend,” he tells himself, glancing out the car, eyes immediately finding the second story window, where his beloved lives.

“I can’t believe you’re talking to yourself like it’s your first date,” Jeonghan snorts, and Seungcheol hears him yelp in pain. “Ignore him, he was exactly the same for our fifth year anniversary. Good luck Cheollie!” 

“Jisoo,” he laughs, nerves already disappearing when he hears his other best friend’s soothing voice. “Tell Jeonghan he’s a fucking ass, and thank you.” He hangs up on his best friends before he gets out of his car, locking it decisively behind him.

Jihoon smirks to himself when he hears the knock on the door, but his smartass remark dies in his throat when he opens the door.

Holy fuck. 

Seungcheol doesn’t tend to dress up, (neither does Jihoon, but that’s not the point), but tonight he’s in a smart, ironed shirt, with a black blazer and dark washed jeans. Jihoon’s pretty sure his brain is 99% mush right now, and he seriously considers cancelling all their plans so Seungcheol can just come in and fuck him senseless.

“Hi Jihoonie,” he beams down at the frozen younger, kissing him lightly. “Sorry I’m late,” he apologizes, and Jihoon chokes out some semblance of “It’s okay” before he’s being whisked away for their anniversary date. 

“Where are we going? All I got from you was to dress warm,” Jihoon grumbles, looking down at his oversized sweater and dark ripped jeans. “Is this okay…?” he tugs at his sleeve, and Seungcheol gives him a once over, nodding and lacing their fingers together. 

“Jihoonie, you always look perfect,” he murmurs softly, thumb stroking Jihoon’s soft, milky skin. “And it’s a surprise,” he grins excitedly, tossing Jihoon a blindfold. “No peeking!” 

The drive isn’t particularly long, but Jihoon’s dying from curiosity, barely stopping himself from asking “are we there yet?” every two minutes.

“I hate surprises,” he mutters, fingers itching to rip off the damn blindfold. The road winds and winds (and winds some more), and Jihoon is nervous but excited at the same time. “You’re not taking me to some hill to kill me, are you?” he tries to joke, although it comes out more serious than he expected.

“Jihoonie, I’d rather drive myself off a cliff than hurt you,” Seungcheol murmurs softly, large hand enveloping Jihoon’s much smaller one. “I love you,” Seungcheol purrs, and Jihoon can’t hide the soft smile growing on his face. 

“Shut up,” he huffs, ears tipped a bright red, sitting upright when he feels the car slow to a stop. “We’re here?” he asks excitedly. Seungcheol just chuckles and gets out of the car, quickly rounding it to help his (tiny) boyfriend out. 

“Hyung, can I take this stupid thing off yet,” Jihoon grumbles, lips pouting naturally. Seungcheol’s heart nearly explodes with affection at how cute Jihoon is, deciding to finally put the younger out of his misery.

Seungcheol’s heart races as he watches Jihoon take everything in, from the fairy lights hung on the low branches of the trees, to the picnic set up all pretty for the both of them, to the stunning backdrop of Seoul’s night lights, glittering and sparkling against the dark, murky sky. 

“... Wow,” Jihoon breathes, throat tight with emotion. He glances around, feeling the cool night breeze against his flushed face. 

“Seungcheol- this… this-” he chokes, turning to his boyfriend, who’s staring at Jihoon like he hung the moon and the stars. He holds him tightly, face firmly buried into his chest, praying Seungcheol can’t feel the heat of his neck and face through the material of his sweater. 

“Thank you, I love you,” Jihoon whispers, and Seungcheol melts, strong arms wrapping around his boyfriend’s shoulders. 

Seungcheol loves that about him, that Jihoon, usually so brusque and cold, has this soft, caring, vulnerable side of him, and he loves it even more that he’s lucky enough to see it. He guides Jihoon to the picnic mat, and they settle quickly, pulling out coke and orange juice (because he’d very much like his boyfriend sober tonight, thank you very much), and offering them to Jihoon. The younger snorts, rolling his eyes as he accepts the bottle of juice, pressing it to his neck in an effort to return to a normal colour.

Seungcheol chuckles, and Jihoon swipes at him, grumbling about how his boyfriend’s so stupid to do something so grossly sweet for their anniversary, but there’s an unmistakable grin on the younger’s face that betrays him. Jihoon turns away, peeking into the picnic basket to escape Seungcheol’s knowing gaze, letting out a soft gasp  when he sees jajangmyeon and spicy ramyun in a bowl.

“You remembered,” he looks up at Seungcheol, who just rolls his eyes good-naturedly, pulling his boyfriend close.

“Of course I did babe, how could I forget such a weird combination?” Seungcheol teases, kissing the top of Jihoon’s fluffy head. “Hand me the chicken would you?” he murmurs.

Jihoon flails for a second, trying to feel out the warm takeout box he saw earlier, and hands it to Seungcheol, who mumbles his thanks, letting go of Jihoon so they can eat. Jihoon mixes his noodles leisurely, watching as his heathen of a boyfriend practically inhales the entire thing (he’s half sure Seungcheol might try to eat the box too). Jihoon chortles when his boyfriend looks up at him and grins, mouth (and somehow his cheek and nose) covered in the sticky garlic soy sauce. 

“You-uh- missed,” Jihoon snorts, motioning to Seungcheol’s...entire face.

Seungcheol just smacks his lips, and smirks at Jihoon, who grimaces and throws the pack of wipes at his boyfriend, grumbling that his boyfriend is a fucking child, and not a responsible, twenty-five year-old adult. 

Jihoon sighs, setting the now-empty bowl of noodles, and leans against Seungcheol’s broad shoulder, admiring the view (-coughs- of his boyfriend -coughs-) when suddenly he feels a drop on his head. He looks up, frowning in confusion, flinching when another drop hits his face.

And another. 

And another. 

And another.

He glares at the sky, daring it to rain on them, but it only seems to make it worse. The rain picks up, going from a light drizzle to sleets of rain before either one of them can react. Seungcheol curses, grabs Jihoon and the basket of food, and sprints to his Jeep. 

“Fuck, I’m so sorry Jihoon, I totally didn’t check the weather,” Seungcheol apologizes mournfully, grabbing a towel (Jihoon doesn’t know, or want to know why it’s there) to dry his drenched boyfriend off. “I was so caught up about planning the perfect date for their anniversary, and now I’ve completely stuffed it up, and god, I still had another surpr –”

Jihoon presses his lips to Seungcheol’s, effectively cutting off his panicked rambling. “I’m not mad,” he offers quietly when they pull away. “It was too cold out there anyway,” he smiles shyly at Seungcheol, and his boyfriend melts, heart full to bursting.

“I know, but now I don’t have space to do this properly,” he sighs, digging into his jacket pocket, and Jihoon’s heart nearly stops. 

He can’t be– He wouldn’t– Oh my god he is. 

Seungcheol is so nervous he’s sure Jihoon can hear his heartbeat. He takes a shaky breath, pulling the small waterlogged box from his pocket. 

“I know this isn’t ideal, and I’m really sorry. I’d planned this all romantic, and it was gonna be perfect but the weather had to –”

“Is that a ring?” Jihoon blurts, eyes trained on the box, posture stiff and mouth dropped open in shock.

“Y-yeah, it is,” Seungcheol breathes, stomach churning as he watches Jihoon. “It’s-It’s yours, if you’ll have me,” Seungcheol whispers, opening the box to reveal a silver ring, winking at Jihoon invitingly. 

Jihoon’s silent, and Seungcheol’s heart immediately fills with dread. “You don’t have to agree, maybe it’s too early, and I don’t want to pressu–” 

“Yes, you big idiot, yes,” Jihoon laughs, hands cupping Seungcheol’s face as he peppers kisses on his boyfrie– no, his fiancé’s, face. “I love you Choi Seungcheol, and I’d love to marry you,” he breathes against the elder’s plump lips, and Seungcheol grins, practically dizzy with happiness. 

“Good.”

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[tomatetoro]

gold, jazz, pearls, penthouse, roses, and satin~

under the cut cause i typed so much lmao 

Gold: describe what you would call the most perfect meal.

i love seafoood and comfort food, a perfect meal would probably be an array of lots of things i love to eat: a bowl of freshly made steamed rice with soy sauce, some pieces of tuna and salmon sashimi, a bowl of paella, some lasagna on the side, some enchiladas on the sideeee, some extra cheesy mac n cheese, some imitation crab with lemon squeezed on it too for the Last Snackie. jsdsfgh and for my drink? of course it must be: the baja blast or thai iced tea  that is so much food but i could eat it all trust me 

Jazz: name a song that resonates with you and your emotions. explain the reason why.

I’m gonna say a non-Vocaloid song for this one, Hoshi Kira by Megumi Nakajima Ranka Lee . It’s a really touching song and the lyrics are so beautiful. It makes my eyes well up with tears honestly; the song is a love song but also bittersweet by how she’s singing how she wants to be reborn and meet again and again with her beloved and how her love is like the universe ever expanding. It’s just super sweet and beautiful and no matter how I explain it I could never convey the story and emotions I hear in her voice :’U 

Pearls: What’s something about your personality that surprises others?

this is kinda hard to know but I’m guessing how positive I can be? I don’t feel like I’m an optimistic person, but I’m definitely the type to say everything WILL be ok and things will unravel themselves out of the knots and what not. like yeah sure i know some things will suck and might be shit for a while but i just don’t see things as 100% awful always ig, i feel that’s kinda annoying for others too though. 

I also think probably my willingness to help. I always wanna lend an ear and I often times have to offer multiple times before a person realizes that I’m not joking hfhfhgh I get told a lot like “it’s fine i know it’s probably too much im sorry to make you listen to me” but im like no!!!! i want to know!!! i genuinely want to know and help and listen!! 

lastly, probably that im not as much of a baby as i seem to be even tho im like nya nya nya all day i do have normal thoughts heh

Penthouse: what would you consider your dream home? describe it.

oh gosh aaaa, i dont mind where i live as love as its comfy and safe. I’d wanna be near a city, maybe even a major city, but i dont wanna necessarily be living in the middle of new york city yknow what i mean. i want a nicely spaced backyard and front yard, enough to do little projects and stuff but not a super nice backyard. i would have lots of pretty plants and have lil bunnies and deer coming infgjhnm maybe like , that sorta dutch style with the cream base and brown trim wood planks (i cannot describe for my life lmao)? or mission style would be pretty too. i would like enough rooms and space for my stuff and to have extra goodies in the house :3 and i want to have lots of little things for Beans to be extra happy (omg omg those cat stairs that go across the walls lmao)! a gazebo outside with a flowy veil over it would be pretty ghgfh

Roses: If it had to be winter, autumn, spring or summer for the rest of your life, which would you choose?

maybe summer :0c i loveee warm weather and clear skies bc it feels like i can go out and actually do things. i wanna say spring because the aesthetic is soooo cute but in the spring i have classes and my allergies so 😔 i dont really mind any weather as long as its not too extreme or annoying with the same extreme weather all day every day i hate washington weather now like raining all day and night for weeks or white cloudy skies and cold windy? nope, thats some seasonal depression activator realness 💅

Satin: what is your most favorite article of clothing?

probably my ouji lolita button up shirt w vest pairing! i dont wear it much atm because of My Emotions , but i still really love it , lace trim on a shirt is so cuteeee :’U 

thank you for the asks mercies!! 💕 :3

[fight-surrender]

The One About the Hermit Crabs

I haven’t really posted anything original lately. Life took a big dump on me back in January & I’m just starting to crawl out of the rubble. I’m not sure where I’d be without the kind and generous support of my friends @vkelleyart @argylefetish & @carryonsimoncarryonbaz. You guys were a rainbow spark of light in a pretty dark time. The rest of you: fic writers, artists, meme posters, rebloggers and the like. You helped too. Opportunities to focus on something besides drowning. 

Anyway. Enough about that. 

Here’s a lil’ uni AU Snowbaz fic that I wrote. It was inspired by a prompt from @carryonsimoncarryonbaz. Her prompt brought back memories of my 90′s dorm room, and my 2000′s hermit crab phase. The fic and some bonus material are beneath the cut ;) 

The One About the Hermit Crabs

Word Count: 1315

Summary: It was a routine room inspection. Typically, I just look around for contraband. A quick scan for illegal cooking devices, alcohol stashes and the like. “This room is a shit show, Snow. Are you hiding a body in here?" Simon and Baz are suitemates in their uni dorm. Just to notch up the tension a bit, Baz is also the RA and he's got a job to do.What will Simon do to convince Baz to let him keep his illegal but beloved pets?

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Baz:

It was a routine room inspection. Typically, I just look around for contraband. A quick scan for illegal cooking devices, alcohol stashes and the like. Simon’s room is a deplorable disaster as usual. The only clean area is a path on the floor from the bed, to the bathroom, to the wardrobe, to the door. Every other horizontal surface in this room is strewn with clothes, paper and books. The walls are a nonsensical hodgepodge of band posters, concert flyers, newspaper comics, and photos. He lives like an animal.

Simon is splayed across his bed, pencil behind his ear, eating salt and vinegar crisps (Are those mine? WTF?). He glances up from his physics book, “To what do I owe this honor Mr. Baz?”

I’m pretty sure he’s being sincere with the “Mr. Baz” shit. Not a trace of snark or sarcasm. I’m his age for snake’s sake, I just happen to the RA of this god-forsaken shithole dorm. It’s not like I’m the queen.

“This room is a shit show, Snow. Are you hiding a body in here?”

Did Simon’s eyes just widen a little?

In the ensuing silence, there’s a pop, like a pebble thrown at glass.

“What the fuck was that?” I ask, scanning the room.

Simon sits up in his bed, eyes definitely wide. “What was what?” He stammers.

Well, this just got interesting.

I hear a brief crunching sound, like gravel shifting.

The color drains from Simons face, turning his skin a lighter shade of tawny, his moles lonely sentinels in stark contrast to the surrounding skin. It’s lovely, really, like tiny archipelagos in a sunset sea.

Focus, Baz.

I shoot Simon my finest glare, “What. The fuck. Are you hiding, Snow?”

Now that I think about it, does this room smell fishy? I had initially attributed the scent to masculine funk, but this has a marine edge to it. Fishy and gamey.

Snow has jumped to his feet and is in my face now. Well, technically three inches below my face, but somehow his presence seems to inhabit the space. He just fills it with sheer will, and I want to melt.

My heart races as I take a deep breath, I fucking hate conflict in general. Conflict with Simon is particularly difficult because it’s simultaneously edged with, well, an overwhelming desire to knock him down and snog the living daylights out of him.

“Don’t you need a warrant to search this room?” Simon exclaims.

I exhale. Slowly. I growl (probably a little louder than necessary) “No, you imbecile. This is uni, not the real world. I’m the RA here, and I get to do what I wish.” I stretch to my full height and glower down at Simon for full threatening effect. Truth be told, I just want to run away and let him be, but I have a job to do.

I reluctantly turn my back to Snow and search for the source of the noise.

“Can we just talk about this, Baz?” Simon changes tack, imploring now.

I ignore him and eye a particularly large pile of clothes on the dresser.

He grabs my shoulder as I make my way to the pile.

“Baz, STOP.”

I whirl on him, my shoulder on fire where he touched it. Fuck this. “The university has a strict no animals in the dorm rooms policy. It is my responsibility to enforce such policy, so back the fuck off and let me do my job.”

I sweep aside the pile of clothes to reveal an aquarium, over half filled with dirt, with a glass lid. The surface of the dirt consists of a lovingly arranged warren of sticks and plants, a wide, shallow bowl of clean water and a bowl of what looks like dead shrimp and egg shells.

“Dammit Snow, what is this, a terrarium?”

Simon’s cheeks redden. He looks at his feet.

“It’s a crabitat.” He replies.

“A what?”

Simon shoves his hands into his pockets, looks up at the popcorn ceiling, and takes a breath.

“Crabitat. For Calvin and Hobbes.” He exhales.

“Are you even speaking English?” I ask

He looks at me now. His eyes are blue. The color of a clear spring sky after a week of rain. A brilliant blue that I want to dive into, get lost in. Fuck. Are those tears?

“Calvin and Hobbes are my pet hermit crabs. I’ve had them for months, and I love them. They’re actually really cool, and for fucks sake Baz, can you please get your head out of your ass and just pretend you never saw this?”

I think he’s actually about to cry. He looks adorable right now. Full stop.

I cock my eyebrow. “What’s in it for me?” (What am I even doing right now? I’m resorting to bribery. What’s next? A life of crime?)

Simon brightens. “I’ll help you with your calculus homework. I see you working on it all the time in the library. You don’t seem to enjoy it.”

“Nobody enjoys calculus, you dolt.”

“I do.”

I curve my lips up and down and scrunch my eyebrows at him incredulously. “There’s something wrong with you.”

I allow myself to think, yes! Fuck yes! Teach me math. In your bed. Or mine (fewer crumbs). All night, until we fall asleep together and I wake up in your arms and smooth the ruffled curls off your forehead. Then you kiss me with your moles and your morning breath and call me darling. We skip class and snog all day, until our lips are sore. Rinse and repeat.

I do not allow myself to think about Simon noticing me at the library. Intuiting that I absolutely abhor calculus and anything having to do with math. Hours spent, trying to make sense of it all. What did he notice? Why did he notice?

“I know.” Simon interrupts my reverie. He smiles. “I love math. It just makes sense. It’s constant and predictable.” He looks away, “Unlike pretty much everything else in my life.”

I’m not sure what he’s talking about. He’s the golden child, here on a full academic scholarship. Internet famous for pulling a bunch of kids out of a fire at a care home years ago. He’s charming, devastatingly handsome, kind, and everybody loves him. Including me (in case you haven’t figured that out yet).

Fuck, what’s that look? He seems…sad? Thoughtful? This conversation is quickly leaning towards relational. The last thing I need is to talk about his feelings.

Time to change the subject.

“Aren’t crabs insects? You can’t love an insect, Snow. Get rid of them.”

Simon lowers his eyebrows, “They’re arthropods. They’re funny and cute, and I do love them, so you can fuck right off.”

Then he takes my hands. Why is he taking my hands? I should punch him. (I won’t punch him. I won’t hurt him.)

He’s looking into my eyes again. I can’t escape his piercing, devastating gaze. I lean away. Can he see my pulse racing? I’ll do anything for him. Anything.

“Baz. You’re right, they’re just glorified bugs. They’re not causing any trouble.” His voice is like butter and honey, “Nobody will notice them.” He actually smirks at me, “It’s not like they’re going to shit on the rug or chew up the furniture.”

“It’s against the rules.” I respond. Weakly.

“Please, Baz.”

Puppy dog eyes.

Fuck.

“Fine. Keep your disgusting creatures, but you will help me with my calculus homework.”

“Deal,” Simon proclaims.

He’s still holding my hands. Has he forgotten that he’s holding my hands? Has he forgotten what it means to hold hands?  He smells like bacon and intensity and looks like something I want to lick. Everywhere. I’m going to let him keep his ridiculous comic strip hermit crabs and he’s going to tutor me in math.

Crawley, what have I gotten myself into?

Bonus content: 

A photo of my actual dorm room in the 90′s, the inspiration for Simon’s:

[hyuckkaiji]

Nct Dream reaction ↪ to hearing their s/o sing for the first time

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@pikachulein Thank you for requesting love 💞 I hope you like it 💞

a/n: they got shorter a went on and I feel lioe they are kind of repetitive. Sorry im not too good at reactions.

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↪You knew the boys were working hard and you thought they deserved a treat. And since you are known by the staff you are allowed at their dorms. So while they were still at practice you decided to go to the dorms and bake your boyfriend and your friends pastries. Hoping they would be fresh out the oven by the time the boys got home. Lele's is a lil different

↪ Jisung

Ignore the caption

You hadn't heard the door open, the sound of your voice blocked it out. You sung the words to your favorite song as you mixed the ingredients in the bowl. Jisung had left practice first and got home first. He was frustrated and sweaty, all he wanted to do was take a nice shower and call you over for cuddles. But much to his surprise you were already there ... And singing. He took small quiet steps towards you, careful not to interrupt you. He had never heard you sing, sometimes he would pester you about it because he wanted to hear your voice but you always told him you were too shy or insisted you were no good. But those were lies, you had the most beautiful voice he has ever heard. He couldn't help himself from engulfing you in his arms, sweat and all. A small surprised speak left your mouth as you turned in his arms to face him. Your face was flushed as you stuttered out, "H-How long have you been hear?" Jisung smiled, "Long enough to hear the most beautiful voice ive ever heard... You've been holding out on me. But now that I've heard it, I want to hear it forever." His planted a small kiss to the top of your head.

↪Chenle

I love this. I'm sorry

The amount of time you spend with Chenle's family, they had practically adopted you when you started dating Chenle. And at this point you are with them even when Chenle isn't around, such as today. Chenle was at practice with the boys. You had been here with him in the morning but stayed even after he left, helping around the house. You were in the midst of cleaning a mess made when you and one of Chenle's aunt had cooked. Your voice was soft and quiet but nonetheless it sounded amazing to the boys ears. He did a small jump and squeal after listening to your voice. He ran over to a shook you, almost tackling you as he wrapped his arms around your frame. "Why didn't you tell me who had such an amazing voice?" You hid your face against his shoulder, muttering, "I was too shy. Like how to you tell your idol boyfriend whom is beloved that you also like to sing." He made you face him, squishing your cheeks in between his hands. "I want you to tell me everything. I want to know everything about you because I love you. Now that aside, imagine this. We sing a duet, the world loves us, and at the end I do that thing where I twirl you and dip you down before kissing you to show everyone how much I love you." Chenle looked so happy that you couldn't tell him anything, so you just smiled and laughed along with him.

↪Jaemin

You were cutting out the cookies, your mind on a million different irrelevant things as the words to your favorite song filled the soundless area. You were to caught up in the cookies and the song to notice Jaemin. He just stood there leaning against the wall, enjoying your lovey voice that he had never heard before. He kind of felt like you had deprived him of one of your many amazing talents. Only when you stuck a, choice dance move, did you realize your boyfriend had been watching you. He was laughing, "I love your dancing its funny in a cute way. But now to be added to the list of things I live about you, your singing, because my lord, you can sing." He laughed at your embarrassed expression, giving you a hand heart.

↪Donghyuck

You had put the cookies in the oven already, you ended up going to Hyuck's room to tidy up some of his mess. A song leaving your lips as you put things in their correct spots. "You sing?" You turned to find Hyuck leaning against the door frame. "I-I was uh- to scared to tell you." You said, sheepishly scratching the back of your neck. "I was you, I would be too. I mean, who wouldn't be scared to tell the God if singing that they also sing." He was only joking but that didn't stop you from feeling slightly hurt as your lips pulled into a frown. He had been laughing but immediately stopped upon your reaction. He quickly walked over pulling you into a tight embrace, "I'm sorry love . You have a beautiful voice. So much better then mine. Can you sing me a song love? I want to hear your voice more."

↪Jeno

The gif is irrelevant but I just love Jeno is glasses sm.

You were pulling the cookies out the oven a soft tune leaving your lips when. Jeno walked in. You had stopped singing immediately, "Oh hello love. I-I made cookies." You were trying to avoid the fact he heard you sing. He smiled at you, that smile that lights up his entire face. He pulled you into a hug, kissing the top of your head. "You're beautiful, kind, cook me things, AND you have the voice of an angel. What did I do to deserve you?"

↪Renjun

When he walked in and heard you singing he walked back at to tell force the boys to stay outside. Then me went back in and stayed so quite that you got through two songs with out noticing him. After you put the cookies in the oven to find Renjun with his eyes closed, enjoying your voice. When you stopped, He opened his eyes to see your flushed face. He gave you a smile waving his hands, "Oh hi~ sweetheart." You could only give him that 'seriously' face. Renjun laughed, "You've been holding out on me love, no more. I love your voice so much."

↪Mark

Cookies were in the oven already, you were just laying on mark's listening to and singing along. You were to caught up in the music to realize Mark was there. He let you finish the song before clapping as loud as he could. You had spun around to stare at your boyfriend in shock. But before you had the chance to be properly embarrassed at having been caught, Mark said, "Oof my wig was snatched." Then you were over come with second hand embarrassment. "God Mark. I love you but please never say that again." Mark grinned at you saying, "Okay but I was serious you're really amazing."

[ijungkooki]

Hiiii! I liked your newlywed hcs! Can I request the RFA +Saeran reacting to finding out MC had been keeping an illness from them? Not like a severe thing, but like maybe she's just like a cold or flu or stomach virus or something? Thank youuuuuuuu

hi!! thank you so much! glad you liked them :)

also i have a huge migraine right now so sorry if this sucks lol

MC hides an illness from the RFA+Saeran

Yoosung

There was a flu going around and sadly you caught it

And you were supposed to go on a cute lil date with your boyfriend

You felt so bad about cancelling because you were both really excited about it :(((

But you were basically dying so you had to call him and came up with some excuse about work or something

Yoosung is a little sad but he understands

You were just resting in bed when you heard a knock on the door

When you opened the door, you saw Yoosung standing there

He still wanted to spend time with you so he came over to give you some company

awwww literally an angel so pure so sweet

Then he notices that you’re super pale and really out of it and figures out that you’re sick

He starts to push you back into bed before going into the kitchen to make you some soup

When he comes back into you room, he has a little tray with a bowl of soup, medicine, juice, and the cutest smile on this face

“Here MC! Eat all of this so you can get better and we can go on our date!”

Stays with you until you fall asleep before he goes back home only to come back the next morning

Zen

You’ve had a cold for a while now 

Zen had a production coming up so you’ve stayed home to avoid getting him sick and telling him that you’ve been working or something

You didn’t want him to worry about you

But it was opening night and you promised your boyfriend that you would be there front row

So you took some cold medicine and hoped for the best

The first act went fine without anything too obvious

But then the nausea hit

Did I say you took the medicine?

No

Before you left you chUGGED THAT BOTTLE LIKE A CHAMP

So obviously you were getting suuuuuper drowsy and fell asleep towards the end of the play

When you woke up,the play was over and you saw Zen in front of you

The poor boy’s face looked so sad awww

“Was it that bad?”

lol no bby your head is just pounding and your nose is so stuffy you can’t breathe

You finally explain to him that you’ve been sick and you didn’t want him to worry

He scolds you for not staying home and getting better but now he’s at your side taking care of you and making sure you’re getting rest 

Jaehee

lol don’t even try to hide anything from mama baehee

As soon as you feel even a little out of it her Jaehee Senses™ start tingling

Immediately starts waiting on you hand and foot

She’s given you medicine for like five types of illnesses

“Jaehee, it’s just a cough calm down. I’m fine” *starts hacking out lungs*

Narrator voice: She was not fine

Again, Jaehee is All Knowing she knows when you’re talking bs

Eventually, you just give up trying to fight her about it and just let her take care of you

I mean let’s be real who wouldn’t want baehee at our side 24/7

But in all seriousness, she does such an amazing job of caring for you 

She even takes time off of work to help you out!!!

You get better in no time thanks to her

But then she starts coughing uh oh

Jumin

He’s had this really nice vacation planned out for the both of you for months

But just a few days before the trip, you catch a fever

Obviously you don’t want to cancel this so you try to keep it on the dl from him

Your plan doesn’t really work that well when he comes home from work and knows something’s up

When you tell him you’re sick, he’s calling the best doctors to his home

“Jumin there’s no need for this I’m not dying or anything”

“No.”

Despite your protests he makes sure you’re getting the best treatment and medicine so that you’re healthy in no time

When he isn’t working, he’s lying in bed with you and Elizabeth and making sure you’re taking your medicine

If he’s at work, he’s calling you like 3 times an hour to make sure you’re resting

Jumin how can MC rest if yoURE CALLING ALL THE TIME

He just cares a lot about you

Luckily, the fever goes down quickly and you’re able to go on vacation hooray!!!

Seven

This boi

He’s the one that got you sick in the first place lol

You don’t want him to feel bad for giving you the flu so you try your best to hide it

Bruh he’s a secret agent of course he’s gonna find out

He randomly goes over to your house bc he’s feeling clingy af and just wants to cuddle

When you open the door, he’s a little surprised

“MC, you look paler than Zen”

He figures out that he got you sick

Drops down to his knees and gives a dramatic monologue about it

“Forgive me, MC, for I have cursed my beloved!”

You’re standing there like

who’s mans is this

Eventually your bf cuts the act and begins to actually take care of you

Well sorta

All he does is pop in a movie and you two just cuddle on the couch for the rest of the day

Saeran

Okay tbh it takes the boy a while to actually realize you’re sick

bruh as if MC constantly sneezing and coughing and ya know dying is any indication at all smh

I mean you don’t have a prob with it as you rarely get sick and don’t want anyone to worry over you

But one day the sickness gets pretty bad and you’re sneezing like every two minutes

He starts getting annoyed so he goes to your room only to find you looking like death itself

You tell him you have a horrible cold and apologize for bugging him

Saeran feels HORRIBLE about it but he doesn’t really know what to do so he just

Leaves

You know he’s an awkward lil bean so you don’t think much of it and fall asleep

When you wake up a couple hours later, there’s some food and a teddy bear holding a card saying “Get Well Soon”

SO CUTE!!1!1!!

Saeran walks in to see you eating the food he made as the teddy bear lies in your lap

He’s blushing so hard omg

“Um… Feel better, MC.”