#happy woonhak day!!!!!

[tanghuyuj]

i find comfort in you

genre: fluff, comfort

pairing: idol!woonhak x non-idol gn!reader

warnings: nothing but woonhak is playing ow.

word count: 0.6k words

maia’s note: little drabble bcuz it’s woonhak day!! he’s 18 now.. he’s growing up so fast :(( i love unak so much and i hope he has a great day filled w/ lots of love!! also this work is NOT very good and isn’t really proofread but it is cute. enjoy reading!! reblogs and likes are always appreciated 🩶

after a long and exhausting day, this is just what you needed.

there you laid in woonhaks embrace, watching him struggle in his current game of overwatch. “aghh!!” he frustratedly groaned at the screen. him and his team had just lost the objective.

you giggled, observing his reactions. his lips were sealed in a pout and his eyebrows were furrowed together.

“what? is my frustration funny?” he said, keeping his eyes locked on the television.

you smiled, still looking at him, “yes, very.”

he let out a scoff and you ruffled his hair. the whole week you two hadn’t been able to spend time together. he is, of course, an idol preparing for his next comeback, and you’re a student, a hardworking one at that.

you both found passion for your respective careers, that being what bonded you together. but sometimes, this passion can be too strong. and more often than usual, you both become extremely burnt out.

woonhak’s game finishes with a loss and he falls back into the couch, you still in his arms with your head resting on his shoulder.

he isn’t his normal self. usually, when he loses, he’s more dramatic about it and performs some act like falling to his knees or reaching out to the tv screen, but he doesn’t do that. seeing this, you definitely know it’s because he’s too tired.

you hum, “that was a good game.”

he sighs, “it wasn’t. i’m so out of it.”

he looks at you and your faces are just inches away. looking at him like this; you see the dark circles under his eyes and the droopy corners of his mouth.

“woonhak..” you pause until he gives you a look that signals you to continue. “you can talk to me about anything okay? your worries are mine, and even if you don’t want that, it’s uncontrollable.”

“but i don’t want to be a burden to you.”

you give him a reassuring smile, “you could never be a burden to me.” you take his hand and carve little hearts on it. “let’s make a promise. whenever one of us is feeling exhausted or upset, let’s tell each other. we can be each other’s escape, hm?”

he nods, “okay.” woonhak sticks out his pinky finger and you entangle yours into his, locking your promise.

after this he pulls you closer to him, into a full hug. he snuggles his face into the side of your neck and mumbles something. you pull away and look at him with confusion. “what is it?” you ask.

woonhak responds, intertwining both your hands together, “nothing much. i just find comfort in your presence; you in general.”

your face warms up and you smile, but it turns more into a grin.

his cheeks flush, “hey! why are you laughing?”

you shake your head. “you just,” struggling to get the words out from your laughter, “you’re too cute hak!”

woonhak wasn’t a big fan of being called cute, but when you say it, it’s the best compliment he’s ever gotten—especially with that nickname.

“hey.. you can’t just say things like that.” he says, turning his head the other way so you couldn’t see the huge smile on his face.

you notice this and turn your head in that direction so you can see him face to face, leading you both to start bursting with laughter.

“you can’t say anything! i saw you cheesin’!” you say in between laughs.

“no..” he replies, trying to stifle the laughter.

days and weeks go by as woonhak does his idol duties and you go through the school cycle. but throughout those times, you stand by each others side; holding the others hand through it all.

please DO NOT copy, repost, or translate.

[incorrectboynextdoorquotes]

Taesan: Valentine's Day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than to drive people insane buying heart-shaped chocolates for their significant other and pos- Woonhak: I wrote you a poem Taesan, already crying: You did?

[lee-sanghyeok]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE COOLEST MAKNAE EVER!

[bjhlvr]

HAPPY WOONAGI DAY I LOVE MY BABYYYY

those pictures are my favs he's so cute im gonna start crying awwwww baby fr fr

[boynextdoorcoverpoison]

CRYING - BOYNEXTDOOR | MAMA 2023

[lee-minhoe]

bias slot machine - pick a siyuan bias!

happy birthday @ambivartence 💖🥰💚💞🥳

[sftsohee]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY WOONHAKKKK 🩷🩷

he’s so silly and loved 😙

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[urlocalmultigroupfan]

happy jaehyun day! (appreciation post)

some of yall don't know but im a ONEDOOR! so yeah js wanted to say happy birthday jaehyun ❤️ we hope u have a great year full of happiness, love, health, and joy! love u

[fyboynextdoor]

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Happy birthday 원도어🎂

[TRANS] Happy birthday ONEDOOR🎂

[VIDEO TRANS]

ONEDOOR, Happy 1st Anniversary ONEDOOR 1 years old Congratulations

My one and only Hanmoon* My one and only Moonhana* My life's Ilmoon-ie* My one and only Cleopatra I love you

Let's be together for 400 years

*all of these words mean ONEDOOR

[loveyni]

taesan is for …

sungho • riwoo • jaehyun • taesan!! • leehan • woonhak

a/n. hi loves!! i’ve decided to let bonedo join enha + txt for this series on my blog ^__^ the very first one being taesan~ AKA. another self callout post . please enjoy onedoor <33

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taesan is for those who fail to love in moderation; you can see it in the way they speak so fondly of their friends; the various trinket collections scattered around their room; the way their voices raise a pitch around babies or animals; the love letters they’ve never sent collecting dust in the closet.

taesan is for those who treat their playlists like little diaries; bits and pieces of them hidden behind lyrics they relate to all too well; the people they think of when those love songs play; the memories associated with each soulful melody; the endless nights they spent with music as their only comfort.

taesan is for those who obsess over personality tests, archetypes, and astrology because they have an ache to be known; for anything to give breath to their identity because its proof that they are someone (what’s ur favorite uquiz… i know u have one,,).

taesan is for those who cringe whenever a particular name shows up in their predicted text box or photo gallery memories (they can’t hurt you anymore, i promise).

taesan is for those who are hyper independent because they don’t believe that their needs are worth the time of others (to deny help is a disservice to yourself,,, i hope that one day u can open up your heart again my love).

taesan is for those who carry a particular melancholy with them, who have diligently learned to live alongside it despite it all (happiness isn’t something meant to be deserved, but you deserve it all).

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req to be added to taglist !! ^^ until next time xx take care of yoursellf <3

[1ntaks]

when you ask to cuddle ☆ (boynextdoor) boynextdoor (ot6) x gender neutral reader not proofread fluff

sungho . . . thinks there’s a deeper reason and asks what’s bothering you - he’s used to taking the lead in planning dates and time together, especially since his schedule is more hectic, and you don’t often directly express this desire for closeness. so to ask to cuddle… surely something’s wrong (you just miss him and he can’t stop his smile when you say that). he’s touched, hiding his flushed cheeks by getting you water and making the bed or couch more comfortable. he’ll settle once he feels satisfied he’s gotten anything you could want and opens his arms to you, breath hitching when you nuzzle into his neck and rest your head on his shoulders with a happy hum. honestly, he’s a little stiff until he gets tired, which is when he curls into and around you. often ends with you two asleep and he always wakes up with a crick in his neck. he’ll never complain.

riwoo . . . isn’t huge on it but will do just about anything you ask. normally, he’s working on something even though he’s promised not to take work home, but he leaves enough room between his chair and desk for you to climb on his lab and press closer. when you actively ask to cuddle instead of just taking the silent invitation, he’ll finish what he’s working on and move somewhere more comfortable. regardless of location, his thumbs rub circles on your skin and he’ll kiss your temple occasionally.

jaehyun . . . thrives off this. he almost always is the one initiating and asking for attention just because he can’t get enough of you. so when you ask? on cloud nine. teases you until you tell him to shut up, and he quickly listens so you don’t change your mind. wraps his limbs around you tightly and keeps showing you videos or asking you about whatever thought crosses his mind. almost always lighthearted and giggly, but he’s attentive enough to be more gentle and laidback when he can tell you’re stressed or upset.

taesan . . . pretends he doesn’t like cuddling, but the second you ask (even before you pull out the pleading eyes) he’s way more into it than you. rarely initiates but whines when you try to leave his arms. more than happy to spend his whole day wrapped up in your warmth and have your fingers card through his hair. really gentle and soft, and one of the easiest ways to get him vulnerable and sweet. likes to tell you “secrets” (“hey, y/n? this is a secret so shh… but i love you”). also plays with your jewelry or clothing while listening to you talk (another “secret” he likes to share is that he loves the sound of your voice more than any other sound)

leehan . . . into it, but not super expressive about how he enjoys it too. you have to pay attention to the small curl to the corner of his lips and the softening of his eyes and brows, eyes sparkling even more than normal as you get comfortable and your voice gets quieter as the warmth of his embrace makes you sleepy. still makes you feel like his attention is focused on you, even if he has to take a phone call or do work on his laptop. his love for you radiates.

woonhak . . . whines to stop babying him or messing up his hair, but will pout if you actually stop. claims he’s the big spoon but ends up being the little spoon with his head on your chest, where he lets the sound of your heart lull him into relaxation. likes to say cheesy pick-up lines or fluster you and point out the stutter to your pulse until you start whining (and he has to kiss away your pout).

haven't written for bnd before so sorry if i'm off abt personalities a little

[nicholasluvbot]

୨୧ SO HIGH SCHOOL !

( boynextdoor as your highschool boyfriend >_< ) includes taesan , leehan , woonhak fluff , leehan is a little cheesy , taesan one is sappy but then again thats just the way i'm with him 2120 words ( around 500 to 700 words per member )

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TAESAN

"Sing for me," you said through the speaker, your voice soft and playful, and Taesan let out a low laugh.

“Nope,” he replied bluntly, but you could hear the smile in his voice, the way it danced through the phone even when you couldn’t see his face.

“Come on!” you pleaded, knowing exactly how to push his buttons. Taesan was persistent, but after a few more rounds of ‘please’s and ‘for me’s, he finally agreed.

“Fine,” he sighed, the exasperation in his voice fake. You could hear him shuffling on his bed, probably adjusting his pillow before he began singing. The first few notes of your favorite song floated through the speaker, his voice soft and unsteady at first, like he was still shy about it even though he had sung the same song for you about a hundred times. But then he found his rhythm, and his voice, warm and soothing, filled your ears.

You smiled, sinking deeper into your bed. His voice provided a kind of comfort that even the softest blankets couldn’t. It wrapped around you like a gentle hug, making you forget everything that had been bothering you all day.

Mid-song, you heard a faint creak through the phone. The door to Taesan’s room had opened, and his younger brother peeked in, eyebrows raised. Taesan faltered for just a moment before glaring at his brother, who quickly caught on to what was happening. When he realized Taesan was singing for you, a smirk spread across his face.

Taesan didn’t miss a beat. Without breaking the rhythm of his song, he grabbed a pillow and hurled it at his brother, who dodged it with a quiet laugh before slipping back out of the room, knowing he’d be relentlessly teasing Taesan about this for weeks.

Taesan rolled his eyes but kept singing, his focus shifting back to you. It didn’t matter what his brother thought. He’d keep singing as long as it made you happy.

When the song ended, you clapped through the phone, the sound of your soft applause making him laugh. His chest felt lighter, like it always did after these late-night calls. Taesan wasn’t big on public displays of affection, but moments like this, when it was just the two of you, made him feel like he could stop thinking about the world for a few hours. You never doubted his love. These calls were proof enough of that.

Once, during one of these late-night conversations, he’d sleepily confessed that he had trouble falling asleep if he didn’t hear your voice. You didn’t mind how at school you barely interacted, each of you in your own friend groups. Because at night, when the world was asleep and it was just the two of you, you felt more loved than ever.

It had started as something random one night, but now it was a habit. He couldn’t sleep without it, and neither could you.

Just as you were about to hang up, Taesan spoke again, his voice softer now. “Can you… say goodnight to me?”

You laughed, not expecting such a simple request. “What?”

He felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment, tugging nervously at the sleeves of his sweater. “Please… it helps me sleep better,” he mumbled.

You melted at his words, the sweetness of it tugging at your heart. “Goodnight, Taesan,” you whispered, your voice gentle, and Taesan felt his heart skip a beat when you said his name like that, so softly.

Normally, he wouldn’t say anything. He’d just hang up and let the warmth of your words carry him off to sleep. But tonight, something stirred in him—a foreign feeling that had been growing for a while but was only now making itself known. He couldn’t help but wonder if this overwhelming feeling that was weighing on his heart was love.

And before he could stop himself, he said it. “I love you.”

There was a brief silence on the other end, then a soft chuckle from you. “I love you too. Sleep well.”

Taesan didn’t move for a long moment after you hung up, the butterflies in his stomach swirling wildly. He knew you felt the same way—after all, you’d told him countless times—but hearing it, feeling it, still sent a rush through him every time.

Finally, he tossed his phone to the side and grabbed a pillow, burying his face into it as a wide grin spread across his face. He wished it was you in his arms instead of the pillow, but for now, this would have to do.

As he lay there, the words still lingering in his mind, the feeling still making his heart race, he realized that he would never get tired of this feeling, not when it was coming from you.

LEEHAN

You watched as Leehan peeked into the art room and then gave you a slight nod—an indication that it was safe to go inside. He followed after you, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

“Here we are,” he said, his voice low and playful. “Nobody comes around here at this time, so we can goof around undetected.”

You giggled, feeling a rush of excitement at the thrill of it all. Leehan grinned at you, his eyes sparkling, clearly enjoying how into this little adventure you were.

“That’s the spirit! I can’t believe I haven’t done this with you before. Skipping class, hanging out alone with a beautiful girl in the art room? It’s a living dream.” He wandered around the room, admiring the details he’d never really paid attention to before, flashing you a playful grin over his shoulder.

“Oh, shut up, Leehan!” you rolled your eyes, though the warmth in your voice betrayed your real feelings.

Leehan chuckled as he turned to face you, his hands stuffed casually in his pockets, his hair falling messily over his forehead. That boyish grin of his, the one that always made your heart skip, was plastered on his face. “Hey, don’t make me shut up! I’m just stating the truth. You’re beautiful, we’re alone together, and it’s exciting as hell!”

You shook your head at his cheesy comment, but a smile tugged at your lips as you took a seat on one of the desks. Leehan plopped down beside you, his knee lightly brushing against yours. You reached for a few colorful pens from a nearby cup, and when you asked him to give you his hand, he raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“What are you up to?” he asked, intrigued but playful.

“Just give me your hand,” you insisted, waving the pen. Still looking unsure but trusting you completely, he placed his hand in yours.

You leaned in and started doodling on the back of his hand. Leehan couldn’t see what you were drawing, but he didn’t mind. The feeling of your hand resting against his and your hair lightly brushing his arm made his heart flutter in a way that felt so easy, so right.

Minutes passed, and you finally sat up, admiring your creation with a satisfied smile. Leehan looked down at his hand now that your head wasn’t in the way, and his mouth dropped open in shock.

Stars and hearts were scattered across his hand, but the centerpiece was a little corydora fish—his favorite.

“It’s cute, isn’t it?” you asked, your eyes shining.

Leehan’s face lit up, his expression beaming. “It’s the cutest thing ever!”

Without thinking, he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. You leaned into his chest, your head resting against his heartbeat, as the two of you admired the silly little drawings on his hand together.

“You know, I think you just gave me a new look. Maybe I should keep this permanently—kinda suits me, don’t you think?”

You smirked, rolling your eyes. “Yeah, sure. The tough guy with stars and hearts all over his hand. Totally intimidating.”

He laughed, nudging you playfully with his shoulder. “Hey, I make it work. Besides, now I’ve got a personal artist who’s also gorgeous as hell.”

“Lucky you,” you teased, still holding his hand in yours.

He looked at you for a moment, his grin softening just a bit. “But seriously… it’s always fun with you. Even when we’re just messing around like this.”

You tilted your head back slightly to meet his gaze, face only a few inches apart. You raised an eyebrow. “What, doodling on your hand is your idea of excitement?”

Leehan winked, giving you a playful grin. “When I’m with you, yeah, it is.”

You rolled your eyes again, but you couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips. He always knew how to balance teasing and sincerity in a way that made your heart flutter. 

And before you could think twice, you leaned up, pressing a soft kiss against his lips. It was slow and sweet,  the kind of kiss that left butterflies in your stomach and a smile on both of your faces when you pulled away.

Leehan brushed his nose against yours, a little breathless. “I guess skipping class has its perks.”

You laughed quietly, your head resting back on his chest as you whispered, “Yeah... I guess it does.”

WOONHAK

Woonhak’s laughter echoed through the halls as he tightened his grip on your hand, your footsteps pounding in unison on the polished floor. The PE teacher’s voice could be heard in the distance, shouting your names as you narrowly escaped being caught for another one of your harmless pranks.

Woonhak glanced over his shoulder to make sure the teacher wasn’t gaining on you. The shouts were growing fainter, and you shared a mischievous look, both of you breathless from running but too exhilarated to stop.

“Woonhak, faster! He’s going to catch up!” you called between heavy breaths, barely able to contain your laughter. Woonhak grinned, tightening his grip on your hand as you ran side by side. It felt like the most natural thing in the world.

“I’m trying!” he called back with a laugh. The school corridor stretched ahead, the lockers blurring as you sped past.

“This way!” Woonhak suddenly tugged you toward a small door left slightly ajar. Without a second thought, he pulled you inside and quickly shut the door, locking it behind him.

The room was tiny, with barely any space to move. You stood close to each other, Woonhak slightly crouched as his head brushed the ceiling, both of you breathing heavily, wide-eyed and grinning like two idiots in love.

Woonhak looked over at you, admiring your flushed cheeks and the soft smile lingering on your lips. There was a lightness in your eyes that made his heart skip. You were so close he could count every freckle on your face, every eyelash casting a shadow on your cheeks. Your shoulder brushed lightly against his arm, and a rush of warmth spread through him. He squeezed your hand gently, brushing his thumb over your knuckles, and he felt you do the same.

Both of you held your breath as the teacher’s footsteps grew louder, then faded away. Woonhak let out a soft exhale. “That was close.”

“I can’t believe we actually did that!” you whispered, giggling softly. Woonhak chuckled in response, though his laugh was so quiet it almost sounded nervous.

He was nervous. Standing there, hand in hand with the literal love of his life, he couldn’t believe he hadn’t passed out yet. His gaze drifted down to your still-interlaced hands, then to your lips. His knees felt weak, and for a moment, he was grateful for the small space supporting him.

“We can’t keep doing this, Woonhak. We’re going to get in serious trouble one day,” you said, but there was a softness to your words that made his chest tighten.

You peeked through the gap in the door, checking if the coast was clear so the two of you could slip out. But Woonhak didn’t want to. He wanted to stay here like this—with your hand in his, your shoulders pressed together—for a little while longer. He tugged softly at your hand, making you look at him, and his heart fluttered when your eyes met his, in that sweet, unfamiliar way that comes with first love.

“YN…” he started, but his voice caught in his throat, unsure of what he wanted to say. But as he looked into your eyes, he didn’t feel the need to say anything at all. It was like you already knew. Your gaze softened as you leaned back, silently agreeing to stay a little longer. Although your legs felt cramped, your heart felt comfortable with Woonhak. So, you were fine with staying in the tiny room, as long as he was there with you.

@onedoornet , @k-films ...

[starriniqhts]

.｡.:*☆ missed your call - boynextdoor.

alternate title: the voicemails boynextdoor leave.

☆ pairing boynextdoor x gn!reader wc 0.605k tw none genre fluff, mild angst in taesan + leehan's author's note this one!! i like this concept so so much, so i hope you all do as well! btw guys i actually researched fish for leehan's part it's a real study 😭😭 if you're curious... i present you with this. anyway enjoy and happy reading <3

☆ reblogs + feedback very much appreciated! ^^

thank you for calling! unfortunately, the person you’ve tried to reach is currently unavailable. please leave a message at the tone…

✧ park sungho.

“jagiya, don’t tell me you’re still asleep. i know it’s the weekend, but this late into the afternoon? *heavy sigh.* ah, i suppose i can’t fault you for that. if i didn’t have a weekend schedule this time around i’d probably be right there beside you. anyway, i just wanted to let you know that there’s some breakfast for you on the stovetop whenever you wake up. eat well, okay? call me whenever you’re free, don’t worry about my schedule. i can’t wait to hear your voice.”

✧ lee riwoo.

“hi, sweetie! it’s nothing, i just wanted to know if you’ll be free this weekend. i don’t have anything scheduled, so let’s go on a date! there was that one restaurant you’ve been talking about for a while, right? let’s go there if you still want to. i think the weather will be nice too, so we can take the food and go have a picnic by the han river! ah, i normally would have texted, but i thought it would be nice to hear your voice. call me back whenever you’re not busy? talk to you soon.”

✧ myung jaehyun.

“hey, baby, i’m at your favorite cafe right now. i’m getting you a drink! except, they ran out of some of the ingredients to make your usual order. or at least, that’s what they said when i asked. they said it’ll take twenty minutes or so if you wanna wait for your usual, or we can just order something else. what do you want? hurry up and call me back so i can get something for you! love you, baby.”

✧ han taesan.

“hi, darling. today’s show went well. our onedoor were so excited and happy! ah, i just wish you were here to see us too. tour feels like it’s dragging on forever without you beside me. i can’t wait to see you again and tell you all about what happened. and… i miss you, a lot. so i want to hug you and see your pretty smile. *soft sigh.* i think you’d get along well with the onedoor at this stop. for the bonus song, they requested your favorite. ah, you must be asleep now, right? when you wake up and hear this, i hope you had good dreams.”

✧ kim leehan.

“angel? *momentary pause.* i don’t really know why i called. i just wanted to hear your voice. i know you’re busy right now, but… i don’t know. *pause.* did you know that fish become happy when they see the ones they love? scientists did a study about it and found that fish who choose their mates are more likely to see the world in a positive light. like glass half full versus half empty. *pause.* i think the world becomes happier when i see you. the world is brighter when your smile is there to light it up. *pause.* sorry to call when you’re busy. i know you’re doing amazing. call me when you’re free, please?”

✧ kim woonhak.

“y/n, y/n! you won’t believe what i found. it’s a cat plushie! you remember the picture i sent you a few days ago, of the cat i saw in the street? i’m telling you, this plushie is like an exact copy. only, the face it’s making is like that one face you make when you’re annoyed. *soft laugh.* it’s so adorable. i’m getting one for us. i’ll send you a picture once i buy it! and no, babe, before you tell me that you don’t look like a cat, you absolutely look like a cat.”

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[hyuukas]

“i’m always proud of you” | mjh day

genre: fluff, comfort (angst if you squint? anxious!jaehyun for short) (pd. the end is a tiny but suggestive for the smut in part two!)

warnings: bf!jaehyun x fem!reader, pet names, food, woonhak mentioned, he’s a bit insecure at the beginning. lmk if there’s anything else. NOT PROOFREAD

feedback is really appreciated (reblog + comment) as a new ish writer!

“baby, it’s gonna go well, okay? i’ve seen you all practice hundreds of times” you tried to reassure your boyfriend in the day of one of the most important awards ceremony.

he (and the entire group) is usually really confident on stage, but you could tell his birthday was also on his mind. he had barely had time to speak to his parents today and he didn’t want to disappoint them, the show being the reason he couldn’t see them.

but he didn’t want to disappoint his members or his fans either, and especially, he didn’t want to disappoint you.

“hyung, we have to go” you hear woonhak say from the other side of the door. you look at him, grabbing his cheeks and whispering softly “you are gonna do great, you’re gonna enjoy yourself as much as you always do and i’ll have to be fighting every twitter user asking ‘who the guy with the white highlights is’”.

he stares into your eyes, pouting and hugging your waist, tilting his head slightly, looking just like a puppy. “thank you”.

you lean in just in time to kiss him, a sweet connection that makes your heart flutter as his fingers grasp your waist.

before it can get more intense, you pull out, grabbing his hand and leading him to his door before turning around. “i’m always proud of you”.

you wish good luck to the whole group and say goodbye as you see them leave in a van before starting to prepare your little surprise for jaehyun.

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you watch the awards show from the warmth of your home as you lay a few wrapped gifts on the table and decorate the walls with a few silver fringe backdrop curtains and some endearingly ugly “happy birthday” balloons.

you wait for him to say he’s leaving the show to order fried chicken, not the fanciest food but one he loves, and pull out some drinks as you wait.

the delivery guy arrives to your apartment barely five minutes before your boyfriend did, collapsing into your arms from exhaustion.

“you did great, baby” you whispered, arms around him as his breath calmed down. he adorably brings one of your hands to his head, and you grant his wish as you rub your fingers through his locks.

“take a shower while i lay the table?”. he only nods, looking around and smiling at the decorations. “good boy” you whisper, kissing his forehead before seeing him walk to the bathroom.

a few minutes later, he comes out, seemingly more energised with his grey sweatpants and black tank top. dinner takes place in between reassurance and praises, his ears red as he hears you speak while enjoying the chicken and the seaweed soup you had tried to prepare.

“wait!”. you get up, reaching behind the table to pull out a small cake with a candle, which you lit before bringing it to the table while singing. he just looks at you adoringly, barely even noticing the cake but thinking about how lucky he is. shortly after, he closes his eyes blows the candle.

you both move to the couch, unwrapping a few small gifts before handing him an envelope. “are you my sugar mommy now? giving me money?” he laughs and you scoff, playfully hitting his shoulder.

soon, he’s gasping and hugging you, his eyes not believing what they’re seeing. “tickets to see tyler? are you kidding me?” he says excited, his lips almost hurting from his smile.

after thanking you, kissing you and ranting about his love for the rapper (and for you), you place your hand on his thigh. “there’s one more gift. well, two- no, it kind of is just one”. you giggle quietly, your words coming out as everything but suggestive, what you had first intended.

you hand him a small box, his eyes curious at first, until he almost whimpers, realisation hitting him.

“baby…” he whispers.

[ part 2 (SMUT) coming tomorrow! ]

[lynnimini]

₊⊹ 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 ₊⊹

description: fluff ⋆ headcanons ⋆ cute

⋆ in which the members of boynextdoor do whatever it takes to get the attention of their lover.

words: 730

pairings: bnd x gn!reader

warnings: N/A

p. sungho

- he probably gets bored of just sitting across the room from you and stares at you every now and then

- you're just laying there doing whatever you've been doing on the phone for the past hour while sungho gets antsy and wants to spend time with you :(

- he would clear his throat and you'd look at him the first time, not understanding what he wants

- but when he does it 5 times you put your phone down and hold your arms out to summon him over

- he comes casually walking over as if he hasn't been indirectly begging for attention for the past 20 minutes

- he'll get shy and just lay his head on your lap so he can rest while you play with his hair and talk about your day

l. riwoo

- you've been doing so much housework while riwoo's been out on schedules that he feels guilty it's left to you and just wants to cling to you 24/7

- you'll be in the middle of doing dishes when he comes over and gives you a little hug

- "i'll help you so we can watch tv together quicker okay?"

- of course you agree. how could you not when all he wants to do is help to spend time with you?

- he splashes you with soapy water while you two laugh and try not to break any dishes

- he successfully distracts you and keeps putting dishes on his side of the sink so you have way way less

- once you're finally done he carries you to the couch and cuddles into you, putting on your favorite tv series and watching with you

m. jaehyun

- jaehyun always claims he's not like a puppy but never gives you any reason to think otherwise...

- he's the complete opposite of sungho

- will 100% come sit next to you and knock anything out of your hands (or carefully put your breakable/spillable things down for you) while laying all over you

- if you call him a puppy while he's doing all this he will most definitely get off you and pout on the other side of the room

- he would come right back in five minutes, still pouting, but he couldn't stand being away from you longer than he already has

h. taesan

- taesan would be more likely to make YOU go over to HIM

- he never wants to admit that he wants to cuddle or spend time with you

- instead, taesan will be walking into the room trying to silently seduce you by subtly flexing his biceps and fixing his hair

- meanwhile you're just thinking about how hot taesan looks because just look at him???

- he's so good at winning you over and pulling you straight to him that you've never even noticed his little tricks

- without fail, you always walk over to give him a kiss and he smiles all happy knowing his plan worked

k. leehan

- leehan's very blunt and not afraid to voice what he wants

- it'll literally just be a quick "come here so i can show you something" or "lemme sit with you" and that's that

- sometimes you refuse or purposely take really long to go over to him

- "okayokay, after i finish this", "make me move over then"

- however, be warned that if you tease leehan he'll keep it in the back of his mind until he gets a chance to tease back

- he'll pretend to be asleep if you want him to come to you, but he knows you'll end up coming over to him instead and laying on top of him, so it's still a win for both

k. woonhak

- woonhak is a gamble between shy and blunt

- sometimes he's in the type of mood where he'll just cozy up to you and lay his head on your shoulder to watch you do whatever

- other times he'll not so subtly look at you every now and then and wonder if he should go over to you or not

- you always notice his little glances and send him a text telling him to come over so you can show him an edit of him you found

- woonhak's ego always sends him flying straight over to see how amazingly handsome onedoor has made him look, forgetting all about his shyness while he playfully shoves you upon seeing a goofy edit of the way he falls over when being struck by an imaginary arrow

[keollipop]

boynextdoor as types of love ~ headcanons

jaehyun 🐶 ...

is puppy love. the kind of love that you can only find when you're young and free, but is strong enough to last you your entire life. his hyper personality always sparking something new and exciting in your relationship, but at the say time his emotional side latches onto you- growing with you as you two navigate the ups and downs of a relationship.

sungho 🐈 ...

is a longing type of love. i can see him having a crush for years before actually making a move, even if it kills him inside. definitely a friends to lovers kind of guy, getting to know the ins and out of his lover before confessing his love.

leehan 🐠 ...

is a spontaneous kind of love. the kind that finds you in a convenience store at 3 am after a bad day, or the kind that bumps into you at the subway station during a busy morning. it's as if the moment you two lock eyes, you know you've found the one. it's the kind of love that makes you believe in the invisible string theory.

taesan 🐈‍⬛ ...

is the old-school type of love. offering you his jacket when the rain surprises you both, writing you little notes and leaving them around your dorm, opening doors for you. it's the kind of love you only see when you visit your grandparents- the kind of love that's enough to build a lineage.

riwoo 🦦 ...

is the healing kind of love. the kind of love that finds you after you've convinced yourself that love isn't real and only exists in movies. he's understanding, gentle when you need but always celebrates your wins the loudest. he's the kind of love that brings a smile to your face almost instantly, making your friends say "we've never seen you this happy. good for you."

woonhak 🧸 ...

is a gentle kind of love. soft glances across the room & gentle tracing of your hands. both of you being incredibly shy- and maybe slightly awkward around each other - the two of you walk shoulder to shoulder during night time, your voices barely louder than your footsteps as woonhak walks you home.

NANANA KNOCKING AT YOUR DOOR ~ 🍈

i LOOOOVE boynextdoor ! ~🍓