#super junior heechul fluff

[blu-joons]

When Their Foreign Partner Gives Birth In Korea ~ Super Junior Reaction

Leeteuk:

A hand brushed through your hair as Jeongsu perched on your hospital bed just beside you. “What’s on your mind?” He quizzed, noticing you staring off into the distance as if you were in a world of your own.

You gave yourself a moment before looking at Jeongsu. “I’m just thinking about how much I wish my family were here with us right now.”

“It must be tough for you,” Jeongsu smiled.

“I just wish they’d been able to come and see us at some point during my pregnancy,” you finally admitted, “I didn’t want it to just be the two of us.”

Jeongsu moved his arm around you, “I wish they were here too.”

“Not all of your family have been able to see us either.”

“You can’t compare my situation to yours,” Jeongu assured you, “my family can get here in a heartbeat if we need them.”

“I think my mum worries sometimes that your mum is around so often, and she’s not,” you confided nervously in Jeongsu.

His heart sank as you spoke, “I’ll make sure that all of your family feel as involved as they can be, just like my family.”

“They’ll be alright, it’s just a lot.”

“We’re all overwhelmed right now.”

Heechul:

Your smile was wide as Heechul encouraged you to pose, holding his phone up and taking a photo of the three of you. “What do you think?” Heechul asked you as he loaded up the photo so that you could take a look.

You nodded approvingly straight away, “my family will be printing that straight away and sticking it up on the fridge at home, I promise.”

“It’s our first family photo,” Heechul noted.

“It’s adorable,” you chuckled as Heechul began to send the photo to your family. “They’re not here, but this feels as good as having them here with us.”

Heechul watched you closely, “they’ll come and visit us soon.”

“I know, we’ve not got too long to wait for them now.”

“Just think when they get here we’ve got babysitting sorted for the week,” Heechul suggested, bringing a laugh out of you.

“I can’t wait to sleep when they come over,” you agreed, taking Heechul by surprise, “we can just rest and let them take control.”

As Heechul placed his phone away he nudged against your side, “they’ll go crazy if we leave them to babysit you know.”

“They’re my parents, I’ll sweet talk them.”

“I like your style.”

Yesung:

You smiled appreciatively across at Jonghoon as he picked up a tissue and wiped underneath your eyes once again. “Don’t fret,” he told you, knowing that you were starting to feel guilty for getting so teary.

A faint chuckle came from you as you tried to get comfortable on your hospital bed. “I didn’t think I was going to cry, how wrong was I?”

“It’s an emotional time,” Jonghoon assured you.

“I didn’t think giving birth would get to me like this,” you confessed, shaking your head, “let alone getting all of these texts from my family missing me.”

Jonghoon nodded back to you, “I bet they’re missing you.”

“I can just picture my mum sobbing reading all these.”

“I’ll make sure to keep them updated,” Jonghoon assured you, “I can’t imagine you being on your phone for much longer.”

“Don’t remind me of what’s to come,” you joked, “it’s bad enough already without knowing they’re all not here too.”

Jonghoon’s smile turned up as he took a hold of your hand, “even if they’re not here, I’m here and I’ll support you Y/N.”

“I’m super lucky that you’re here.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Shindong:

A sigh escaped from you as you heard a knock at the door of your suite, glancing across at Donghee. “Who’s here? I thought we asked to make sure that no one interrupted us,” you told him, hanging your head.

Donghee stood up from your bed, making his way across to the suite door. “I’ll have a look and see who it is, I’m sure they’re harmful.”

“Tell them to go away,” you responded.

“That’s not very nice,” a familiar voice told you as Donghee opened up the door, “we’ve travelled halfway around the world to be here for you Y/N.”

Your eyes lit up straight away, “what are you guys doing here?”

“We couldn’t let you give birth all by yourself, could we?”

“I can’t believe it,” you laughed as your mum and dad both rushed to either side of your bed, giving you a reassuring squeeze.

“Surprise,” Donghee smiled as he hovered back to give you a few moments with your family, relieved to see your wide smile.

Your eyes flickered to Donghee as he spoke, shaking your head in disbelief. “Did you really organise this, just for me?”

“Of course, anything to help you.”

“You’re the best, thank you.”

Eunhyuk:

You both stared down at your son in your arms, with Hyukjae leaning against your shoulder. “He’s definitely got your mum’s nose,” he commented, being able to recognise the similarity straight away between them.

You nodded in agreement with Hyukjae as you studied your son closely, “we’ve cursed him already for having to share a nose with my mum Jae.”

“She’ll be thrilled,” Hyukjae chuckled.

“I can’t wait to show her, we’ll never hear the end of it once she sees him,” you told Hyukjae, turning to face him with a wide smile etched on your face.

He nodded back at you, “just think if she was here in person instead.”

“That’s one good thing about being so far away from them.”

“She wouldn’t let you go,” Hyukjae laughed as he looked at the empty chair beside you, “I’d be useless if she was here.”

“You know what she’s like, always worrying,” you reminded him. “Remember what she was like when I came over for the first time.”

Hyukjae chuckled as he recalled the memory, “there’s no way when she met me she thought I’d father your children.”

“Honestly, she thought you were so strange.”

“But that’s why you love me.”

Siwon:

Your eyes lit up as Siwon sat on the end of your bed hearing familiar voices coming through the phone. “Mum! Dad!” You cheered, leaning into Siwon to make sure that you were in frame and seen by them.

Siwon moved so that you didn’t have to, turning the phone around. “Do you guys want to meet your granddaughter?” Siwon excitedly asked them.

“Let me see, let me see,” your mum grinned.

“Here she is, nice and cosy,” you told them, tilting your arms so that your parents could both see the baby that you cradled so tightly in your hold.

Their smiles were wide as they looked on the screen, “she’s beautiful.”

“Everyone’s doing really well, and only a few tears from Y/N too.”

“Hey,” you jokingly snapped, nudging against Siwon’s arm, “I’m sure no one can blame me for getting upset with all that pain.”

“She was a superstar,” Siwon quickly reassured your parents, watching their smiles light up as they kept looking at your daughter.

As they did, Siwon pressed a kiss against the side of your head. “We can’t wait to come over and see the three of you soon.”

“The three of us, that sounds so weird.”

“You’ll get used to it Y/N.”

Donghae:

The dampness in his shirt broke Donghae’s heart as held onto you, running his hand along your back. “Let it all go,” he whispered closely into your ear, knowing that your emotions were all over like a rollercoaster.

After a few moments you finally pulled away from him, “I’m sorry, this is supposed to be a happy time for us, not a time for me to get upset on you.”

“Don’t you dare apologise,” Donghae told you.

“Throughout this whole pregnancy I’ve survived, but now it’s finally happening. I wish they were here,” you replied, wiping under your eyes.

Donghae kept a close eye on you, “I wish they were here as well for you.”

“You don’t need to feel bad for me, you’re missing people here too.”

“But my people are here, they don’t have to catch flights or pack suitcases to travel for hours,” Donghae reasoned in reply to you.

“They wouldn’t want me to cry,” you whispered to yourself, trying to find the motivation to stop yourself from tearing up.

Donghae moved his arm around you as you pulled away from his chest, “I’ll give them a text let them know that you’re alright.”

“You’d really do that for me, Donghae?”

“Of course I would Y/N.”

Ryeowook:

As yet another contraction subsided, Ryeowook moved closer to your side, letting go of your hand. “Everything good?” He quizzed, running his hand over the top of your head to push your hair away for you.

The pause that came from you told Ryeowook a lot. “I know that you’re here but I feel so alone right now, like someone should be on my other side too.”

“You wish your parents were here?” He asked you.

“More than anything,” you admitted, letting go of a sigh as you threw your head back. “They don’t tell you about this bit when you move abroad.”

Ryeowook offered you a weak smile, “no one thinks of the downsides.”

“I shouldn’t be thinking of this as a downside, I mean we’re having a baby.”

“It’s human to miss people during important times in your life,” Ryeowook smiled back at you, “I feel bad that my family are here.”

“Please don’t feel bad,” you asked him, resting against the palm of his hand, “I’m so grateful for all they’ve done for the two of us.”

The pad of Ryeowook’s thumb brushed against your cheek, “we’re all wishing that both of our families could be here right now.”

“Hopefully it won’t be too long to happen.”

“I’ll make sure it doesn’t.”

Kyuhyun:

You smiled softly as your daughter was taken away by the midwives leaving you and Kyuhyun along at your bedside for a while. “How are you feeling?” He asked, leaning across and taking a hold of your hand.

Your shoulders shrugged as you met Kyuhyun’s eyes, “it’s been a while since I felt homesick, but I’m really feeling homesick right now, it’s not the same.”

“They’ll be awake soon, right?” Kyuhyun quizzed.

“In an hour perhaps,” you told him as you glanced at the clock. “I can’t wait to wake them up with the best news ever, they’re all going to be so excited.”

Kyuhyun nodded in agreement with you, “I bet they’ll be missing you today.”

“This is the sort of moment where they should be here, not so far away.”

“We’ll be able to tell them all about this moment soon enough,” Kyuhyun tried to reassure you, “they’ll be on the first flight over.”

“I never imagined myself settling down in a foreign country,” you confessed, taking Kyuhyun by surprise, “this feels like a dream.”

He continued to watch you as you sniffed the tears back once again, “I never imagined myself being in this position either you know.”

“Would you change anything about right now?”

“Not a single thing.”

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[ao3feed-torchwood]

Hard Like a Criminal

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55269736 by girlbosscannibalism The King of Wales has just revealed there is a secret Princess and every crime lord in the country is after her. This is the Torchwood gang’s biggest job yet and they’re not going to let anyone else get there first, even if they have a past. And everything will definitely go to plan.. Words: 657, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: SHINee, Torchwood, The Mountain Goats (Band), Super Junior, FT Island, CNBLUE (Band), My Chemical Romance, Dimension 20 (Web Series), Intouchables (2011) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones, Choi Minho, Kim Kibum | Key, Kim Heechul, Lee Hongki, Jung Yonghwa, Gerard Way, Brennan Lee Mulligan, John Darnielle, Chilchuck Tims, Philippe (Intouchables), Driss (Intouchables), Adrian Clairmont, Owen Harper Relationships: Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones, Choi Minho/Kim Kibum | Key, Kim Heechul/Lee Hongki, Past Lee Hongki/Jung Yonghwa, Driss/Philippe (Intouchables) Additional Tags: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Fake Dating, Songfic, Song: Hard (SHINee), Crossdressing, Organized Crime, Crack, Crack Crossover, Gangs, Rivalry, Love Triangles, Royalty, Kidnapping, Enemies to Lovers to Enemies

[caliboyjaeffrey]

Lipstick Prince (Heechul x Reader)

Rating: M

(A/N) Here’s some Heechul that the sweet @momomochiiii requested! Sorry it took so long, darling! Hope you’ll enjoy this one!

"Will you please just sit still?," Heechul whined, forcefully grabbing your cheeks to face him as he chastised you more, "How am I supposed to make you look even remotely pretty when you can't even look at me?"

"Because," you pouted, crossing your arms as he searched through your makeup bag with his bottom lip between his teeth. "You know how I am with eye contact and stuff, it makes me embarrassed." "I know," he cooed, turning back with a iridescent highlighter and fan brush in his hands, smile reaching his eyes as he teased, "And I totally used it against you before we dated. Now," he leaned in close and inspected your face in earnest, "Let's do your eyebrows!"

You scooted ten feet away from him, holding his hands that were armed with makeup from your face as you cried, "That's a highlighter, you moron! Did you learn nothing on that show of yours?" He grinned, playing coy as he took your wrists and folded them neatly into your lap, "You know I'm only teasing. I really did learn some things, even if I'm not the best at them." He acted quite serious now, concentrating fully on illuminating your cheekbones, nose, and Cupid's bow with the powdered highlighter. He leaned back and covered his mouth in fake shock, "Oh boy..." "What?!," you squealed, fumbling for your pink hand mirror as you held it up to your face to inspect the damage he had done. You're eyes widened as you turned your head to the side, watching the perfectly placed highlighter shimmer and reflect off the lighting in your bathroom. You were pleasantly surprised, sticking your bottom lip out as you admired your reflection, "Not bad, Heechul." "Gosh, why'd you think I made that face for a negative reason?," he sighed, setting down the highlighter as he dug around in your stuffed makeup bag for something else. He shot you a playful smirk as he saw you still admiring yourself in the mirror, "I was just shocked by how pretty you looked." "Yeah, yeah," you hummed, rolling your eyes with a smile as he finally pulled out what he was looking for. You saw with apprehension the mischievous look on his face as he held up the lipstick triumphantly, "You're doing my lipstick too?" You slowly reached for the chic black tube, biting your lips, "Can I just...?" He saw your hand going to grab the lipstick and he jerked away, holding it protectively to his chest, "Nope, I don't think so. Why would I be the host of Lipstick Prince if I couldn't apply it perfectly? Trust-" "No way," you said, turning your body slowly toward the door as you planned your escape, hoping he wouldn't notice your sneaky intentions. "I saw the episode where you completely mutilated that poor woman's face with lipstick, don't even try it." "I'm hurt," he pouted, laying a hand on his heart dramatically, closing his eyes to emphasize his pain as you saw this as your opportunity to make a run for it. You stood up faster than a lightning strike, startling Heechul, his eyes flying open as you made a mad dash for the bedroom, hoping for escape. He was after you in mere seconds, following you down the hall clumsily as he shouted, "Hey!" You lurched forward and snagged the handle of the master bedroom, a smile of relief on your face as you threw it open and went to slam it shut. A strong hand grabbed your wrist and tugged the handle out of your grasp, your escape slipping through your fingers as Heechul wrestled you onto the bed. He pinned you down and you couldn't help but laugh, seeing his chest heaving as you let your body relax underneath his, "Ya got me." "That wasn't funny," he frowned, looking like a child who almost had his favorite toy taken away. You giggled at him, reaching up to squish his face into a smile, making him whine, "You're making it hard to be offended right now, you know." "I know," you replied smugly, watching a smirk grow on his lips as your fingers trailed up his thighs which straddled you. You glanced up at him suggestively and he licked his lips, really playing it up for you in the greasiest way so that you laughed for him. "Wow, just what are you thinking about right now, Miss __________?," Heechul asked, making you watch curiously as he uncapped your lipstick, glancing down to see the sexy red color. "I'm wondering why you opened my lipstick, actually," you replied, looking down as he experimentally ran the tip over his finger, staining himself red. You had a feeling some clothes and bed sheets were about to be ruined from the smirk that spread over Heechul's lips as he rubbed the scarlet color on his fingers together. He slid the hem of your dress up your legs, smiling at the way he could feel your skin twitch from the sudden contact. His voice was low, playful in every way, "You know how women leave kiss marks on men from their lipstick? I have something like that in mind." You watched with bated breath as he pushed your dress up past your hips, fingers coming back down to slide your panties off your thighs. Your eyes grew big as he sat up and took one of your legs and hooked it onto his shoulder, the tip of the lipstick pressing into your thigh as he signed his name like an album at a fan sign, "There. Now everyone will know who you belong to." "But," he said, brow furrowing as he tapped his chin in thought. "We can do better though, right?" He smiled and moved down to his stomach, fingers coming up to spread apart your bottom lips as he already saw you getting wet for him. You gasped at the contact, head craning down to watch him as he leaned in to lick a thick stripe up your center, making your legs tremble around his head as he continued to eat you out. "H-heechul," you whimpered, fisting the sheets as you rolled your hips gently into his mouth, making him pull away with a disappointed look on his face. "When did I say it was okay to move?," he murmured, taking the lipstick in his hand again as he held down your stomach. His hand was poised over your hip, tapping it lightly with the lipstick as he thought it over, "There's only one kind of person who goes seeking out pleasure in a very crude way. And that's," he wrote a single word out in fluid cursive, your face flushing as he read it out, "a slut." You bit your tongue as you read his writing over and over, eyes darting between that and his name on your thigh, the heat pooling between your legs growing. He settled back down into his previous position, lipstick swirling down and around your skin as he drew on you while he ate you out. Your stomach and legs were soon covered in lipstick tattoos, patterns, his name, and words like baby girl, princess, and slut; all his favorite pet names scrawled in his curvy handwriting all across your skin. He sucked on your clit harshly and your back bowed off the bed, feeling so close but knowing if you said anything he'd tease you for even longer. So you stayed silent in your pleasure, only letting out the occasional whimpers when his tongue sunk past your folds and into your heat. You felt him stroke your walls slightly with his wet muscle, fingers tightening on the sheets as you threw your head back and began to come. Much to your surprise, he let you have your release, instead of edging you like he usually enjoyed to do, watching with hooded eyes as you unraveled before him. He was considerate and helped you ride out your orgasm, thumb coming up to rub your sensitive bundle of nerves generously, "Such a good girl." You whimpered his name softly, body still shaking as he sat up and leaned over you so he could mold his lips to yours, effectively silencing you. He kissed you deeply, allowing you to taste yourself fully as he slid his tongue in sneakily. You made out with him for a few minutes, hands wandering his body as you urged him to strip. He didn't respond to your urges and opted to pull away from you with a smile. "What about you?," you croaked, reaching out for him as he stood up off the bed with his usual smirk as he looked up and down at your body with all his red markings he'd made with your lipstick. "I'm fine for now," he said airily, capping your lipstick and sliding it into his dress pants pocket. "Wouldn't want to mess up my artwork, now would I?"

[international-kpopfan]

Always Having Cold Hands Indoors - Super Junior Reaction

Summary |  Members reaction to reader always having cold hands.

Genre | fluff, idol! boyfriend.

Warnings |  none.

Pairing | Reader x Super Junior members.

WC | Around 2K.

Note |

Note | Requested by @leehyukjaes-wife

Original request |  Suju react when s/o always having freezing cold hands in indoors aka at home.

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Leeteuk let himself fall on the couch after cleaning up the kitchen which you offered to do but he insisted that you should take some rest. Instantly you scoot closer to him, wrapping your arms around his upper body. Your hands place themselves on his side. The coldness of your hands radiates through his white shirt, goosebumps form on his arms and a chill goes through his spine. You notice him tensing up.

''Sorry'', you mumble as you loosen your grip on him.

''No worries darling, I'm here to keep you warm''.

Heechul tenses up at the feeling of your cold hands on his body, you turned around a few minutes before and placed your head on his chest. Your hands roam around his upper body, a habit of yours in your sleep. Heechul doesn't want to move, scared to wake you up and having to deal with your grumpiness.

''This woman should wear mittens in bed'', he whispers, silently laughing as he imagines you in bed with a pair of mittens over your hands.

''I heard that you dumbbutt'', you mumble. You lift your head as you slowly open your eyes, glaring at your boyfriend who just watches you with a sheepish grin plastered on his face.

''Good morning love''.

Yesung sits down in front of the piano, touching the keys softly as he waits for you to join him. After a few minutes, you sit down next to him, placing your hands on your legs waiting for him to play something and teach you the basics.

''Here'', he grabs your left hand but instantly he lets go. With furrowed eyebrows you watch him shiver.

''Still not used to it after all these years?'', you ask in fake disbelief.

Yesung is fast in grabbing both of your hands in his, they feel warm and a small smile forms on your lips.

''I am, it's just that I sometimes forget that I'm married to the Ice Queen of Narnia''.

You smack his arm with your hand.

''At least you are married to a queen''.

Shindong grabs the pile of clothing on the ground and puts it in the washing machine, setting it on the right program before pushing the button. ''Thank you'', you whisper, walking towards him as he puts down the laundry basket.

''It's nothing, you know that''.

You wrap your arms around his body, placing your hands on his lower back and you rest your head against his chest. You hear him mumble a few swear words under his breath.

''My hands again?'', you ask, retrieving them from his lower back.

Shindong grabs your hands in his, holding them tight before placing a kiss on your forehead.

''Come on, let's get some hot chocolate''.

Eunhyuk pulls of his clothing, throwing it in the laundry basket as he approaches the shower cabin. He hears you hum to a song, the song itself unclear to him.

You feel a pair of arms wrap around your hips, hands place themselves on your stomach as you feel him resting his head on your shoulder, occasionally planting a kiss on your neck.

''Hey love'', he whispers, urging you to turn around in his arms so he can look at you. You wrap your arms around his neck, your fingers playing with the little damp strands of his hair. Eunhyuk hisses as you caress his skin.

''Seriously, how hot does the water need to be for your hands to warm up?'', he chuckles raising the temperature and he places a kiss on your lips.

''Don't worry babe, otherwise, there are other ways to warm them up''.

Siwon knows you like the back of his hand. After a few years of dating, he knows you inside and out. Your habits he's gotten used to, the way you are always happy and cheerful even when half of the population think otherwise. But there is one thing he still doesn't understand.

''Can you pass me that blanket?'', you ask Siwon as you both sit on the couch on a Friday night, not wanting to go out or be social in any way.

Siwon let's go of your legs, grab the blanket from the other side of the couch, and throws it on your body.

''Those hands of yours...'', he mutters as he wraps his hands around your legs again.

''Maybe you should do something about it instead of massaging my legs'', you chuckle, sticking out your tongue at him while you wrap the blanket around your body.

''Be careful with what you wish for''.

Donghae walks into his apartment, he just finished some studio work with Eunhyuk and the first thing he notices is the heat coming from the living room.

''Why is the heater on, it's still 20 degrees outside?'', he asks as he takes off his vest, sweat already forming on his forehead.

''Oh wait, never mind'', he says as he notices the blanket around your body, mostly around your arms and hands and he chuckles at the pout visible on your face.

''Sorry babe'', you mumble, the pout increasing with every word you speak. Donghae sits down next to you, wrapping his arms around your body and you let yourself fall against his chest.

''Don't worry about it, I'm here now so I can keep you warm instead of that stupid heater''.

Ryeowook crawls under the blankets quietly, wrapping his arms around your body, placing his hands on your stomach as he lays his head on his pillow.

''Goodnight babe'', he whispers, planting a kiss on your shoulder and he closes his eyes.

Out of habit, you place your own hands on top of his, intertwining your fingers even in your sleep.

Ryeowook opens his eyes again, lifting himself up to check if you are awake, but you are still in dreamland. The coldness of your hands makes him shiver, even with a blanket thrown over your body.

He shakes his head in disbelief, how cold can someone's hands be?.

''Elsa would be jealous'', he mumbles before untangling his fingers and placing his hands on top of yours.

''As she should be'', you whisper, chuckling as you try to get closer to Ryeowook.

When Kyuhyun is cooking, it's like he is in his own world. Even when you are present, he shuts off completely focusing on the dishes he is making.

After a while of watching him work his magic, you wrap your arms around his waist, placing your hands on his stomach as he cuts some meat.

His body tenses up, the coldness of your hands radiating through the fabric of his shirt and your lips planting kisses in his neck is distracting.

''Babe, I love you and your cold hands but please, let me cook. I will give you my attention tonight, all of it'', he says and you notice him smiling at the thought of his intentions for tonight.

''Alright, but hurry up, I'm hungry''.

Kyuhyun chuckles and puts the pan on the gas, heating up the oil inside of it. You instantly hold your hands above the pan.

''You can choose, warm hands or a delicious meal?''. He never saw you leaving the kitchen that fast.

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SuJu Reaction: S/O is being bullied

Leeteuk

Wants to fix it. As a leader he is used to having to step in and diffuse situations which is what he wants to do here. He will either do what he can to stop them or remove you from any situation that gives them the opportunity.

Heechul

His focus is all on you. Are you ok? How can he cheer you up? Just wants to sit and hold you for a while. Will assure you that clearly the bully has issues because you are perfect so there's no way you could be the problem.

Yesung

Little ball of rage. Ready to solve this with violence if he needs to. Will be with you as much as he can and threaten the bully to get them to leave you alone.

Shindong

His reaction will depend a lot on how affect you are by it. His first thought is to be goofy and take your mind off of it. The he might try to take some serious action to get it stopped. Wouldn't get involved himself but would speak to someone in authority.

Eunhyuk

Protective boy. Keeps flicking between wanting to comfort you and wanting to sort out the bully. Knows the best way to cheer you up is to make it stop so will do what he can and then give you all the love.

Siwon

Starts asking lots of questions. Just wants to fully understand the situation so he can make his love feel better. Creates a safe space for you to talk and vent and escape when you need to.

Donghae

Probably going to end up just as upset as you are. Expect him to sit and cry it out with you before he starts to think logically.

Ryeowook

Sweet boy. Lots of empathy . Another one that will probably start crying too if you're crying. Will get emotional and give you compliments over and over until you believe it. Lot's of 'I love you's.  Almost forgets that you were being bullied because he was so focused on making sure you are alright.

Kyuhyun

Depends on the extent of the bullying. Might start hanging around you more when the bully could be present and just start doing it back, being his savage, petty self. If it's really serious or the bully gets physical with you, he'll report it to make sure the right things are done to stop it. Expect a cuddly affectionate Kyu when you're alone, just to make sure you're ok and feel safe.

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When you're not used to low temperatures ~ Super Junior scenario

A.N.: This is my first scenario *ever* so I hope you enjoy it! It's inspired by the oddly cold winter in Brazil, to which I am most definitely NOT used to lol Genre: fluffWarnings: This is ot15 based BUT Hangeng, Sungmin and Ryeowook are NOT included as they are all married/dating publicly. In respect to their partners, I decided not to write.

Leeteuk:

You kept tossing and turning in bed, clutching the duvet to your body to warm you up. You didn't want to wake him up, but the cold weather was taking a toll on you and you couldn't stop shivering.

"Jagiya..." Leeteuk whispered with his eyes still closed. "Are you ok?"

"I'm terrific." you stammered, pulling the duvet closer.

Leeteuk opened his eyes, moving his arm under the blanket to touch your face.

"Y/N, you're freezing."

"Maybe I am." you whispered, leaning into his touch. "You're so warm, oh God."

He chuckled and kissed the tip of your nose only to get up from bed.

"Wait, no. Where are you going?"

"To get you something, I know I have some around here." he said, shuffling through his drawers. "Does your hoodie has pockets?"

"It does. Why?"

"Heating pads." he answered, laying down beside you again. "They're made for pain, but they're also really warm. Here, put it on your pocket."

You took the heating pad from his hands and shoved it into the hoodie pocket.

"This feels nice." you said, still shivering, and he scooched closer to you, planting a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Do you feel any better?"

"I would feel a lot better if you were just a little bit closer..." you answered, inching closer to his lips, making him chuckle before kissing you back.

"How about now?" he murmured against your lips, his warm breathing on your cold skin making you shiver.

"You're so warm you could be my particular sun, jagiya. Thank you." you closed your eyes again, sighing.

Leeteuk wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. He was warmer than the heating pad and the sweet smell of fabric softener on his sweater made his embrace even comfier.

"I'll warm you up, don't worry." he kissed the top of your head as you snuggled against his chest.

Heechul:

Getting to Heechul's apartment had never been so difficult. With the snow, the traffic was chaotic and on top of that you weren't properly dressed for Seoul's harsh winter - your coat was doing a poor job in keeping you warm and when you ringed the doorbell of Heechul's home, you were shivering and shaking.

"I thought you weren't coming anymore." Heechul muttered as he opened the door for you.

"Don't you even get me started, traffic was a concrete and motorized jungle because of the snow." you complained, taking off your shoes as you got in.

"Oh, but it's looking pretty from my window." he smirked and you glared at him as you took off your coat.

Heechul laughed and kissed your cheek, taking you into his arms.

"I know, it's freezing outside, it's freezing everywhere. Do you want some warm tea? We can just drink it and watch a movie under the blankets." he took you to the living room, playing with your hands.

"Sounds awesome, actually." you rubbed your arms to warm them as Heechul went to the kitchen to put the water to boil. "Can I borrow one of your sweaters? Mine isn't doing what it's supposed to do..."

Heechul chuckled and nodded so you walked straight into his bedroom to fetch one of his sweaters for you. He didn't need to know you weren't planning on giving it back. When you went back to the living room, Heechul's voice reached you.

"You know, you could stay for dinner too. We could order something, maybe open a couple bottles of soju." he gave you a smile. That smile and you rolled your eyes.

"And I could stay over, and tomorrow you could skip work and we could eat breakfast in bed and never get up." you completed and he hummed, satisfied.

"It's amazing how well you can always guess my deep dark desires."

"You have been saying this exact same sentence for a whole month every time I come over." you laughed.

"Me? I have not!" he walked to you with that mischievous smile of his. "I just think why would you leave if you have a perfect bed for you to sleep in here?"

Heechul placed his hands on your waist and softly kissed you, making your whole body feel warm.

"Maybe if you get us some blankets and let me pick a movie to watch, I'll stay this time." he pouted.

"You're not going to pick Frozen 2 are you?"

"No, movies with snow are banned."

"Then I'll get the blanket from Frozen." he let go of you, running into his room before you could complain. "It's either the movie or the blanket, your choice!"

"Fine!"

Yesung:

"Why can't we never agree on a movie to watch?" you asked, sitting on the couch

"It's because all of them are always great. If I could stay over, we could watch all of our picks." Yesung said as he set up the movie.

"Well, I don't plan on letting you face the freezer that is outside, so yes, you can stay over."

Yesung smiled shyly and sat down beside you, wrapping your shoulders with his arms and kissing your temple.

"If you're hungry we could order something."

"I think you read my mind." you cuddled closer to him, wrapping his waist with your arms and he smiled.

As the movie went on and you relaxed into Yesung's embrace, the coldness of the day started creeping on you again. You tried to shrug it off, hugging him tighter. You didn't want to bother him with complaints, not when he was so comfortable on you, but he noticed before you could say anything.

"Y/N, you're shivering. Is it too cold here for you?"

"No, it's fine" you snuggled up to him, being hit by his sweet perfume scent.

"I know you're not used to this weather, why would you lie about it?" he rubbed your arms, sending goosebumps all over you.

"I'm not lying, I'm fine."

Yesung stared at you with a piercing look and took his arms from you, slightly annoyed.

"What are you doing?" you complained, crossing your arms. He didn't answer.

Instead he got up and went into your bedroom. You could hear him rummaging through your wardrobe, but didn't dare to ask again what was he doing. He came back with a blanket from your bed and a sweater he found on your things.

"Put it on." he commanded and you simply abided, taking the sweater from his hands. He looked so moody as you were putting on the sweater you felt bad for lying.

While you were dressing yourself up, he took a few pillows from the sofa and placed them side by side on its corner, unfolding the blanket and lying down, looking at you expectantly. You stared at him, slightly puzzled.

"I'm sorry, I don't know why I lied. I didn't want to burden you with complaints..."

"Well, if you allow me to take care of you without thinking you're burdening me, our movie night could be a lot more interesting." he gestured to the pillow beside his, asking you to lay with him. Watching Yesung in sweatpants and that black sweater made you feel warm inside.

"I love you." you murmured, covering your mouth as soon as the words slipped out without your consent.

Yesung was a little taken aback, neither of you had ever said it before, but he smiled as you took your place by his side, still covering your embarrassment with your hands.

"I love you too." he replied, pushing your hands away and planting a sweet kiss on your lips.

You laid into his embrace, still a bit shy, and cuddled comfortably under the blanket. Your eyes felt heavy as the movie continued and you fell asleep, only to wake up the next morning with him softly snoring in your arms.

Kangin:

You rolled on the bed when you heard Kangin opening the front door.

"Yeoboya!" he called and you let out a groan, covering your head with the duvet. "Where are you? You're not- are you ok?" you heard his voice ask much closer to you now.

"As a matter of fact, I am not." you grunted, pushing the duvet away from your face.

"What's gotten to you?" he approached, laying a hand on your forehead. "Y/N, you got a fever, is it the flu?"

"Maybe. Maybe it's just a cold. Or it could be pneumonia." you sniffled, closing your eyes.

"How the hell did you manage to get this sick in two days? I work for two days and you're in bed rest?"

"I don't know, Kangin-ah! It's the winter, you know I'm not used to this cold weather..."

"It's my fault for walking you back home instead of driving you safely."

"It's not your fault, yeoboya... I just need to get used to it, and to be warm right now." you shivered under the covers.

Kangin sighed, taking a strand of hair from your face, tightening the duvet around your body.

"Let me take care of you, ok?" you nodded with a sigh and Kangin left your room.

You tried to nap while he was away, but the sound of him doing whatever he was doing on your kitchen kept you awake and alert. After a while you smelled something savory coming from the kitchen and it didn't take much longer for Kangin to show up at your door again, holding a tray with what seemed like a really hot plate on it.

"What's this?" your voice sounded lower than you intended, causing his forehead to frown.

"Soup. To make you feel better and warmer. Also brought some meds you should take and water so you'll stay hydrated."

That made tears of joy well up on your eyes.

"You are so lovable, so kind. I love you for taking care of me."

"Well, I take care of you because I love you, Y/N. I'll help you out, come here." he said, placing the tray on your nightstand and helping you sit down - his touch was soft and firm, keeping your body steady as you felt dizzy.

Kangin sat down beside you, gently feeding you spoons of soup and insisting that you'd take your medicines. After taking those dishes back to the kitchen, he came back to lay at your side, pulling you to his arms.

"You should rest, Y/N. Don't worry, I'll be here when you wake up."

"You know, you'll be a great dad someday." you muttered, feeling your eyes closing against your will.

"I'll need to be a great husband before that." he chuckled, planting a soft kiss on your cheek.

"You just need to ask it." you suddenly dropped it, feeling not as much embarrassment as you would feel if you were on your perfect senses.

"I hope you don't remember this in the morning. Otherwise you're just straight up ruining my surprise..." he whispered making you smile on his warm hug before drifting off.

Shindong:

"I really need to get used to these late recordings..." you muttered to yourself as you paced around, waiting for your boyfriend to come out of work and take him home.

"Well, this is a nice surprise." Shindong commented when he found you behind the cameras. "When did you get here?"

"A while ago." you said, letting him hug you warmly.

"Are you waiting for too long? I'm sorry, I didn't think the recording would extend so much."

"No, it's ok, I'll wait. Don't be in a hurry, ok? You're looking great up there and doing an amazing job." Shindong smiled sheepishly at you and nodded.

He went back after you kissed him good luck and the recording restarted. Lots of takes later, you were shivering as they finally finished and your boyfriend came to meet you.

"How did it go? Did you enjoy watching it?" he asked.

"I did, I always do." you said, hugging yourself to keep your body warm.

"Is everything alright?"

"Yes, of course. It's just that the temperature has been dropping too fast and I'm not exactly used to it..."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I should-"

"Shindong-ssi!" someone called him, interrupting you both and, although he seemed annoyed, he answered and went to find out why was he needed now.

You could hear from the distance as he seemed to scold someone and suddenly change his tone into a really kind and calm one, smiling to yourself.

"You look so important, so bossy and leader-ish."

"Oh do I?" he chuckled, taking off his coat and wrapping you in it. It sent a wave of warmth all over your body, but you weren't sure about using it.

"Won't you get cold?" you asked.

"I'm definitely not worried about that, I'm used to this winter, but you? You'll get sick or something, so I might as well help to keep you warm." he answered wrapping you in a quick hug and then holding your hand.

"You're ready to go?"

"I'm ready since I arrived." he joked. "What about we stop for food? Dine outside for a change?"

"That doesn't sound bad..." you smiled, taking him by the hand towards the parking lot. Not only his coat warming your body, but his bright mood warmed you inside, making your whole day get better just by holding his hand.

Eunhyuk:

You and Eunhyuk have been texting each other all day long, anxious to meet each other. It was your anniversary and the evening couldn't come soon enough. You planned a nice home cooked dinner and before it was ready, he arrived, excitedly running to you in the kitchen lifting you off the floor directly into his arms.

"Oh, hi there." you greeted him and he kissed you passionately.

"Hi. I missed and I love you."

"I missed and I love you too, baby." you cupped his cheeks and kissed him again. "Happy anniversary to us."

"Happy anniversary to us." he said, letting go of you an quickly running back to the front door. He returned with a flower bouquet and a wide smile when he saw your expression.

Lots of kisses and cuddles later, dinner was ready and you sat down to enjoy it together, phones turned off so your night would be only yours.

"What do you want to do for the rest of the night?" Eunhyuk asked while taking the dishes to the sink and you smirked, making his cheeks turn red. "What's that devilish smile for? Aish, and you say I have a dirty mind."

"You're mistaking me, sir, I didn't say a thing. You're the one with the thoughts." he chuckled and sat back down in in front of you, reaching for your hand over the table. "Let me do the dishes and then we can decided on what we'll do."

"I should do the dishes since you cooked, baby, let me do it." he said, getting up from his seat, but you reached the sink faster.

"I'll do it quicker than you could ever do." you joked. "The sooner I finish, the sooner we can spend time together."

Eunhyuk pouted, unsatisfied, but you were already washing the dishes before he could stop you. As you made yourself busy, he picked his phone to check his messages, but all of your complaints and annoyed exclamations distracted him from his focus.

"Everything alright there?" he asked, looking at you over his shoulders.

"Everything is fine." you answered harshly and sighed. "It's just that because of the cold, the water is freezing and my hands hurt."

"Let me do it then, warm up your hands!" he got up from his seat, taking off his blazer and folding his sleeves. "I don't want you to hurt yourself doing housework, or anything else for that matter. Let me do it for you."

"You are the sweetest, Hyuk, but the water is really cold, it's gonna hurt you too."

"It's not a big deal, Y/N, you're simply not used to this type of cold winters like I am." he said right before opening the water and sinking his hands in it. He let out a gasp of shock and pain, making you laugh.

"I told you it was cold!" you said as he closed the tap.

"Ok, you were right, this is frozen. Gosh, I think my fingers will fall off!"

"You are such a baby, I was in there much longer than you."

"And that is precisely why you're shaking." he pointed out as you tried to stop shivering. "What do you say we leave the dishes for later, for tomorrow morning, and go warm ourselves on the couch." he said, hugging you.

"We should take a warm bath and get into comfy clothes." Eunhyuk let out a giggle.

"A bath sounds like a good idea..."

"You have such a dirty mind."

"I didn't say a thing!" he protested, making you chuckle and you tip toed to kiss his lips, letting his embrace warm you up.

Siwon:

"We should've called a cab. Or an Uber. Or taken the bus! Anything sounds better than this now." you complained to Siwon as you walked arm-in-arm down the street.

"I thought it would be nice to go for a walk after dinner." he glanced at you. "You said yourself it has been a while since we had a date like this, going to dinner, walking, talking, you know, like real couples do?"

"I know I said that. And we are a real couple. And I do enjoy these dates. It's just that's a terrible idea to do it in winter."

"Well, it's not snowing so it's doable."

"Say for yourself, I'm freezing here."

Siwon fell silent for a few moments, taking your hands in his. You didn't mean to sound so moody but the cold wasn't really your thing.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to complain about your idea." you said, laying your head on his shoulder as you crossed the street to a side with restaurants and bars.

"It's ok, I know you're not on your habitat. But we can still enjoy." he shined his dimpled smile to you, which improved your mood in 200%.

You kept wandering for a while, Siwon showing different sights he found interesting, but in the middle of the night, not much of it were open to visitors - like the small bookstores and art galleries.

"Honey, I think I've hit my limit here." you commented as you entered a side street. "I'm really, really cold, Siwon-ah..."

"It's a good thing we arrived, then." he smiled at you, stopping by the door of a warmly decorated place.

Its doors were closed but you could see people inside under the yellow lights, sipping smoking hot drinks.

"What is this place, a cafe?" you asked, trying not to smile too obviously.

"Yeah, something like that. When you were freezing I thought I'd surprise you with a warm drink in a warm place before we head home." he said with a smile and held your hand.

"I'm sorry I ever complained about your ideas, you are the best ever, I swear!" you giggled, getting on your tip toes to plant a kiss on his cheek and he chuckled.

"Let's just get inside and drink something warm. Then we can call a cab and I'll take you for a walk in summer."

"You see, that's one of the many many reasons why I love you."

Zhoumi:

"Honey, I don't want to go out today..." you muttered on the phone.

"Why? Aren't you feeling well?" Zhoumi asked, suddenly worried.

"No, it's not that. It's too cold outside and my winter clothes can't handle this weather, I'll freeze to death!" on the other side of the line, Zhoumi chuckled to himself.

"What about I come over and we get to solve that?" he suggested, making you laugh shortly.

"I don't know what you have in mind, but it doesn't sound so bad..." you answered.

"I'll be there in no time." and he hung up.

You waited for Zhoumi to come, curling up on the sofa with a book you couldn't quite concentrate enough to read. Only when you heard the doorbell ring your mind cleared up and you jumped from your spot on the couch to open the door.

"It took you long enough-" you started saying when you opened the door but was interrupted by Zhoumi's arms engulfing you in a giant hug. "Oh, that's a real greeting."

"I was looking forward to see you, it's been a few days since last time." he answered, breaking the hug.

"I'll blame our unmatching schedules."

"It's ok, it's their fault anyway." you chuckled, inviting him in, but he only put his hands into his pockets. "No, honey, I'm not going in, we're both going out."

"Out? Zhoumi-ah, I said I didn't want to..."

"I know, that's why I brought you one of my winter jackets to keep you warm as we go. I have a surprise for you."

"Surprise?"

"Yes." you giggled, taking the jacket he was handing and putting on your shoes. "Let's go."

You and Zhoumi drove around the streets for some long minutes under a light rain until you arrived a well-known shopping mall on the neighborhood and you stared at him in total confusion as he parked the car.

"What are we going to do here?"

"I thought I'd give you a present, so you'll have no more excuses to go on winter dates with me. We'll go shopping." he chuckled, getting out of the car and you followed, excited about his plans.

He took a hold of your hand, wandering around clothing stores and inviting you to enter a lot of them. Although you were excited you didn't want to abuse of his good will and money.

"Honey, isn't this too much?" you asked, holding about five pieces of clothes on your arms on your way to the cashier.

"It isn't." he said, kissing your forehead. "I hate seeing you shiver every day and it's a pleasure to do this for you."

"You are too kind, you know?"

"I do." he smiled, passing his card to the attendant checking your clothes. "Also I'm running out of sweaters since you've been stealing all of them."

"Sorry about that." you laughed, hiding your face on his chest. "But that won't stop just because you're buying me new ones, your sweaters are special, they smell like you. And they're warm like you." Zhoumi laughed, running his hand through your hair.

"I guess as long as you're taken care of, I don't mind losing a sweater or two..."

Donghae:

"Ok, maybe this wasn't the best idea." you said to yourself, buttoning up your coat and adjusting your beanie.

A few minutes ago you decided it was a good idea to walk back home, but it didn't take long before it turned into a terrible idea. Even though the landscape was insanely beautiful, walking the bridge was extremely colder than any other means of transportation - the Han river running below you and the icy wind would definitely freeze you if you stopped walking.

"I just need to keep moving, if I move, the heat will spread." you muttered, shoving your hands into your pockets, not really believing there was any heat to spread.

As you reached the end of the bridge, the sun was already gone and, without it, you felt even colder. You decided to stop for a few seconds and you would've if you hadn't been bumped into by a remarkably cute stranger.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry! Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" he shot you with questions, his expression filled with worry but you kept staring at his eyes. He had beautiful eyes.

"Y-yes, I'm ok. You didn't hurt me. Are you ok?" you asked, trying not to get distracted by his eyes, but as soon as he heard you were ok, he smiled and you could swear his smile would be enough to light up an entire city.

"Yes, I am. Sorry for running into you, I wasn't paying much attention." he lightly bowed, taking you out of the trance.

"No, it's ok, it's totally fine." you giggled, covering your mouth with your hands. "Can I ask why were you in such a rush?"

"Well, I... I was just trying to head home. I enjoy walking the bridge, but it's really cold today." he said, running his hand through his hair. He was really handsome. "I could ask you the same thing."

"I could answer the same thing. Just trying to get home."

"What a weird coincidence." he smiled again, making you blush softly.

You looked around to avoid his gaze on you and found out it was snowing. You were amazed, sighing out of excitement to the white flakes falling slowly.

"This is so beautiful. I've never seen snow in person before." you said in a low tone forgetting about the stranger for a minute.

"You never saw snow?" he asked innocently, startling you.

"No, I never did. I'm not from here. Actually that's one of the things I was mostly excited about when I moved here, but I gotta say it's way colder than what I anticipated."

"Still, it's pretty." you caught him looking at you and then to the snowflakes. "It's the first snow of the season, it's really special."

"Well, nice to meet you, first snow." you said with a smile and he looked at you with those sparkly eyes.

"I bet the snow thinks it's nice to meet you too, miss..."

"Y/N. You can call me Y/N." you tried not to giggle but the way he smiled shyly made it almost impossible.

"I think it's nice to meet you too, Y/N. I'm Donghae." he extended his hand and you shook it. "Wow, your hands are really cold."

"Yes, they are." you laughed. "I'm sorry, I'm not quite adapted to the cold here yet."

"Well, could I buy you some hot cocoa to help with that?" he smiled, playing with his gloves.

"It actually sounds great."

Kibum:

It was a lazy winter afternoon when Kibum convinced you to go out for food - he found a nice place not far from where you lived and was keen to visit it. It wasn't like him to go out much, so you agreed mainly because he was excited about it.

"You're ready?" he asked when he came to pick you up. The sun was setting and the temperature dropping.

"I am. Although I feel like I'm forgetting something..."

"Got your phone? Keys?" you nodded to him, looking around at your stuff. "Wallet, cash?" your eyes darted at him, laughing. "It's a joke, I'm treating tonight."

"That's very sweet of you, Kibum-ah. But, yes, I'm bringing my wallet." you laughed. "I guess it's just a feeling, everything seems to be here with me."

"Then we're good to go?"

"We are."

He took you by the hand and soon you were both on the street, heading to the diner he found. Because it wasn't far, you decided to go walking, but you soon regreted it. The cold winter breeze was hitting you hard.

"Now I know what I forgot."

"What was it?"

"My gloves." you answered, sighing heavily and he chuckled. "How far is it?" you asked, rubbing your hands together in hopes to get some warmth from them.

"Just a few more minutes by foot." Kibum glanced at you. "We'll get to somewhere warm soon, don't worry." he smiled, wrapping your shoulders with his arm.

You kept walking, not exactly in a hurry to get anywhere. Although it was getting colder by the minute, the view was really beautiful, with the sun setting and people going here and there to start the night life. From time to time, Kibum would catch you rubbing your hands together or blowing them to warm up. Suddenly he stopped walking, taking a deep breath, feeling weirdly nervous, and took off one of his gloves, handing it to you.

"Here, put it on."

"I don't mean to sound ungrateful, but why just one?" you laughed and he took your other hand, interwining your fingers and shoving them both into his coat pocket.

"Because this way I can do this." he replied, making you blush.

Kibum leaned in and kissed your cheek, feeling a bit shy himself - you had been going out for a while now, but these affection displays would still make you both giddy. You leaned onto his shoulder to hide your red cheeks and giggled.

"Well, I can't say it didn't work..." you chuckled.

"Come on." he started walking again. "We're almost there now."

Kyuhyun:

"What are you doing there?" you asked loudly to Kyuhyun in the other room.

"Why you wanna know?" he yelled back and you shuffled on your seat in front of the TV.

"I'm hungry! And cold! And you spent too many time on that game today..." you whispered that last part, thinking he couldn't hear.

"I'll take a guess and say you think I don't love you anymore because I've been playing too long." he leaned onto the living room's door, crossing his arms. "I'm sorry, baby, but The Seven Knights have been seducing me for too long and I couldn't resist."

"Why are you like this, why are you so mean?" Kyuhyun gave a mischievous smile to your glare. "I'm hungry and freezing over here and you're trading me for a game."

"Why are you freezing anyway? It's not even that cold today."

"How dare you say that? I'd throw a pillow at you if I wasn't this comfy in here." you complained, clutching the blanket over your shoulders and Kyuhyun approached you, extending his hand.

"Come here." you took his hand and got pulled out of your spot.

"Oh God, it's even colder out of the blanket, why are you dragging me?"

He didn't answer though, he simply pulled you behind him to his bedroom and sat you on the bed. You watched while he rummaged through his wardrobe without saying a word.

"What are you doing?"

"Taking care of you, of course." he answered pulling a whole pile of clothes and placing them beside you. "Even though it's not even that cold."

You stared at him giving you one of his sweaters and putting a beanie on you. You smiled at him when he handed you one of his socks and cupped his face.

"Gosh, your hands are frozen. Do you think you can build a castle of ice like Elsa?" he said, taking your hands between his and blowing them warm.

"I love that you can be really sweet even when you're bullying me." you commented, taking his sweater and wearing it. "Thank you for taking care of me."

"Well, I love you, don't I? I probably wouldn't do this for The Seven Knights." you giggled and he kissed your cheek. "You said you were hungry, how about I cook dinner for us?"

"Sounds amazing as long as I can persuade you to go cuddle with me on the sofa after it."

"Deal."

Henry:

"Baby, are you coming over tonight?" you asked Henry on the phone.

"Maybe, if you ask nicely."

"That's not what I- look, I'm just asking because, if you're not, I'm gonna head to bed early. It's too cold over here and I'm tired and annoyed by the weather, so I'll sleep."

"How come you're feeling cold when you're so hot, baby? That doesn't seem right." he said after a moment of silence and you sighed.

"Henry, I'm not in the mood. Are you coming?"

"Yes, ma'am. Chill, baby, I'll warm you up." you could hear him giggling on the other side of the line.

"Oh for God's- Look, you have the key, just let yourself in." you said and then hung up.

You've had a week of hell and wasn't exactly in the mood for his jokes. As you had the rest of the afternoon off, you decided to catch up with some of your favorite dramas on TV - wrapped yourself in a warm blanket and laid down on the couch. You would've stayed that way for the entire night if the sound of Henry coming in hadn't startled you.

"Hey, gorgeous!" he yelled from the door.

"Hi." you said back, barely moving from your spot.

"I brought you something!" you could hear him walking towards you. "Ya, would you care to look over here, I came to your rescue."

You turned over, finally getting to see him standing in your living room, holding a few plastic bags and with that cocky smirk of his.

"What is all that?" you bothered to sit down, less irritated and more curious.

"I told you to chill, but I decided to help you out, since you can't seem to do it for yourself."

"Thanks?"

"I brought tteokbokki. And soju. And hot cocoa." he showed you the bags in his hands. "What do you fancy? I'd choose hot cocoa because I don't know if we should warm it up again once it goes cold."

You stared at him, slightly in awe - he could be really teasing to you, but he cared so much he actually stopped at all those places to get you things to help you endure the cold season.

"Are you okay, Y/N? You're blankly staring at me for a few seconds, I'm starting to worry you might be having a stroke."

You finally managed to laugh to him and got up from the couch to go greet him with a kiss.

"Thanks for doing this for me, it kinda means a lot."

"Well, I knew you needed to chill."

"Oh, God, can you stop with this pun?" you softly hit his chest, getting a giggle from him.

"Not until you laugh at it." you rolled your eyes, embracing his neck.

"I'm all chilled out already, Henry." he laughed, satisfied. "Come on, let's warm ourselves with some hot cocoa on the couch. I've been watching TV all day and would love if you joined me."

"Don't tell me you've watched our series without me." his eyes widened at your expression. "Y/N!"

"I'm sorry! I was missing you and was really curious about the ending..."

"You finished it?!" you laughed, dragging him by the hand.

"I'll watch it all over with you if you want me to."

"How dare you betray me like this I- you are so watching it all again, I will make you."

[kpoppwriter]

Super Junior Reaction: Sneaking In Their Room After You Have A Nightmare

Anon asked: What would super junior do when you sneak into their room in the middle of the night because you had a nightmare. Kind of a female member of super junior. - I had just put in a thing asking 'what super junior would do if you sneak in their room after a nightmare' believe I put. But I was wondering if you could make it in two? A smut one and a family friendly one. But it is up to you if you would like to write both. I kinda just thought the idea would work for both types.

A/N: So this is a combination of fluff and smut so some names are repeated depending on if they would fit multiple scenarios.

Would ask if you were okay once he realized you were in the room. Would invite you to join him in bed, if you were okay with it. Would cuddle you and let you talk about your nightmare or just comfort you until you fell asleep. - Leeteuk, Donghae, Siwon

Probably didn’t realize you were in the room until you called his name. Would be very confused at first but after he woke up a bit more, he’d invite you to sit down with him. Would comfort you until you felt like you could sleep again. - Heechul, Eunhyuk, Kyuhyun, Henry

Definitely disgruntled at first, thinking you were one of the guys, but would be worried once he realized it was you in his room. Immediately pulls you onto the bed with him to comfort you. - Yesung, Shindong

Takes a minute to realize you’re there. Will have a sneaking suspicion as to why you’re there. Invites you into bed with him. Says that he can distract you from that nightmare then proceeds to start kissing you, which leads to more. - Heechul, Yesung, Siwon, Henry

Seeing you in his room this late while being all cute really does something to him. Didn’t intend for things to get heated but he couldn’t help himself. Pecks turned unto kisses which turned into making out which lead to more. -  Leeteuk, Eunhyuk

[clowninyourfeed]

*sees Momochul flirting in the living room*

Nayeon: Can you guys Niko-niko-not

[blu-joons]

Jealous Of Gibok ~ Kim Heechul

Hurried steps came through the apartment as Gibok heard the password to Heechul’s apartment go again. He struggled to keep up with Gibok as he raced across, jumping up and resting his paws against your legs in order to get some affection.

“He wasn’t even that excited to see me,” Heechul half joked as he walked across to greet you too, wrapping his arm around your waist so that he could press a kiss to your cheek. “Gibok, come down, at least give Y/N the room to get through the front door.”

“He’s alright, it’s nice feeling wanted,” you laughed, tickling behind Gibok’s ears.

“At least he wants you, that’s one out of two.”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked to Heechul, following behind him as he made his way across to the sofa once you had taken your shoes off. As expected, Gibok was quick to follow behind you, jumping up on the sofa and moving between the two of you.

“Has he been home alone all day?” You asked Heechul inquisitively.

“Maybe an hour whilst I tied up some errands,” Heechul frowned, running his hand over Gibok’s head, “I went and grabbed some ingredients to make dinner tonight.”

Your head nodded, excited to see what Heechul had bought. “Are you sure that you want to make a mess around this place tonight?”

Heechul’s hand pushed gently against your shoulder with a chuckle, scoffing at how well you knew him. As your body rocked, Gibok jumped up, barking quietly to warn Heechul, dropping back down on the sofa when you sat back upright. Your smile grew at how protective Gibok was, although the same couldn’t be said for Heechul.

Gibok seemed to take a liking to just about anyone, but even you were an exception to the rule. As the two of you settled on the sofa, Gibok leaned further into you rather than Heechul, which didn’t go unnoticed by the frustrated figure that sat down beside you.

As much as Heechul loved how well the two of you got along, at times, he couldn’t help but feel forgotten about by Gibok. He had an extra spring in his step when you were around, he was more active, cuddlier, and certainly more needy for attention, coming to you for a tickle quite a lot of the time without even giving Heechul a thought.

“I take it it’s up to me to cook,” Heechul remarked as Gibok rested his head against your lap, closing his eyes.

You tickled your hand against Gibok’s neck, smiling weakly back across at Heechul. You felt caught in the middle as jealous eyes looked at the way Heechul nuzzled into the tips of your fingers, moving gently just beside his mouth. You didn’t want to make Gibok feel unloved, but at the same time, you didn’t want Heechul to feel like you were taking his place in Gibok’s life.

“I can push him off, get a cushion for him to lay on,” you suggested in an attempt to fix things.

“You can’t do that,” Heechul reluctantly admitted though, continuing to stare at Gibok, “he’s comfortable on you, he’s not slept all day, he’s probably desperate to rest.”

“But are you happy doing dinner by yourself, do you want help?”

A shrug of the shoulders came from Heechul as he stood up from the sofa, “I’m not the best when it comes to cooking, but I don’t think Gibok has left me with much of a choice to get on with things.”

“Heechul,” you spoke, tapping the space where he was just sat on the sofa, “sit down for a moment, dinner can wait, and you can’t cook like this either.”

“I’m fine Y/N, it’s already getting late as it is anyway.”

He went to walk away, but as his eyes looked back to see the serious expression that was on your face, Heechul sunk down and sat down beside you. With your free hand, you pressed it against his shoulder, trying your best to encourage the corners of his mouth to turn into a smile once again.

“Are you jealous of the fact that Gibok is with me?” You honestly asked him, picking up on all of the signs that it had felt like Heechul had recently dropped.

“I’m not jealous,” he corrected, trying his best to keep a straight face, “it just hurts sometimes how needy he is for you, yet how little he wants me.”

Your head nodded understandingly, having noticed Gibok’s recent change of behaviour too. You didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, but as you began to watch it bother Heechul too, you just knew that it wasn’t something that you could ignore forever.

“Why don’t I do dinner and you two can sit here together?” You suggested to him.

Heechul smiled weakly back at you, already knowing how things would turn out. Gibok would scamper as soon as he felt Heechul’s presence, knowing full well that Gibok would slink across and join you in the kitchen instead.

“I am happy that you and Gibok get on so well,” Heechul felt like he needed to reassure you, “I would hate this so much more if the two of you didn’t get on.”

“We’re a family of three, there’s never just two of us here.”

Heechul nodded in agreement with you, watching as you lifted Gibok’s head up and slid yourself out from underneath him. Luckily for you, he didn’t stir at all, unaware of your lap being replaced by a pillow underneath his head.

You slowly moved across to the kitchen, pointing across for Heechul to move across in your place. Worried eyes looked to you, but you were confident that Gibok would want to be by Heechul’s side, just like he did with yours.

“I’ll get dinner sorted, I make less mess than you anyway,” you encouraged, picking up the bag of ingredients that Heechul had left on the kitchen side.

“Are you absolutely sure?” He smiled, moving a little closer towards Gibok, slowly lowering his hand down to brush over the top of Gibok’s head. “The recipe is on my phone if you want to get it, I can send it across to you for you to follow.”

“I can already tell what you want to make looking through this bag,” you chuckled, “you really are a creature of habit sometimes Kim Heechul.”

He smiled proudly back across to you, “I know what I like, and I know that if you make this, Gibok will be able to steal a bit of the meat too to try and get him back on side.”

You nodded back at Heechul, opening up the kitchen drawer and pulling out one of the pots. Heechul kept an eye on you, continuing to scratch over Gibok’s head, making sure that you did things as you were supposed to, knowing that Heechul was too particular for his own good sometimes when it came to how his meals were prepared.

“Just to be sure, are you sure that you don’t mind doing dinner?” Heechul quizzed as you grabbed an apron off the back of the kitchen door.

“Just concentrate on Gibok,” you assured him, “give him all of the cuddles that I would give him, I know how he loves your affection.”

“Thank you, I really appreciate you doing this.”

---

Masterlist

[haveanotherkpopblog]

Super Junior Reacts to Having a Game Night with You

Requested by @heart-bleeding-autism-angel​

A/N: I hope you like it. I was so hoping for a SuJu request.

Jungsoo/Leeteuk-

Wanting to have a game night? A sweet concept. Wanting to have a game night with you? A sweeter concept. Inviting his members to join? A stupid decision really. His members were, in the most loving way possible, assholes. However, watching you play with them was funny.

“If you try to hide anymore money, Kyuhyun, I’m locking you outside.”

“HoW dId YoU eVeN sEe?”

Heechul-

Honestly, he couldn’t care less about the game. He’d rather be playing a different type of game with you, but you were insistent on keeping the night PG. He tried for PG-13, but after almost hitting him in the head with the Yahtzee cup, he relented.

“Ha! Yahtzee bitches!”

“Good job Jagi.”

Jonghoon/Yesung-

Maybe he should have agreed to Monopoly. But he knew that would have been a train wreck. However, poker wasn’t going any better. Not only were you surprisingly good at it, you kept using the fact you knew him so well to swindle him out of his good hands. He definitely needed you to teach him some tricks.

“How does losing feel? I wouldn’t know.”

“I love you too Jagi.”

Donghee/Shindong-

You challenged the main dancer of Super Junior to a game of Just Dance? What were you thinking? There’s a whole MV of him slaying the game! However, watching you lose by mere points made his other members laugh, and him chuckle.

“Pick another song!”

“Babe, we’ve already done ten.”

Hyukjae/Eunhyuk-

You two were ridiculous. You were going against each other hard. You stared at each other, eyes hyper-focused. Everyone around you was watching as you glared at each other. How had game-night become so intense? That’s a story too long for this reaction.

“Bingo!”

“Lies!”

Siwon-

He’s so sweet and such a good sport. He’d congratulate you every time you won. And if you lost, he assured you victory next time. He’d be more into watching you play than trying to go against his members, or worse, you.

“Oh yeah. Third time in a row.”

“You’re doing amazing Jagiya.”

Donghae-

Another sweetie. He’d play with you, making cute eyes at you and not really paying attention to the game. He’d be completely enamored with your concentrated power of will look. He’d barely answer his bandmates questions, leaning over to pinch your cheeks.

“Donghae, it’s your turn.”

“Go fish.”

Ryeowook-

He loves you to death, but he loves winning more. When the game starts, all personal feelings are out the window. It doesn’t matter how long you’ve been together, all that matters is winning. And he will win.

“Sorry toots, you lose.”

“How could you Jagi?!”

Kyuhyun-

You both got weirdly into it and what was once fun has turned into a hot mess. You two are bickering because you think the other one is cheating. It turns into a full on interrogation. The others are about two more comments from kicking you two out of the game.

“Just admit you cheated!”

“It’s the Game of Life! You can’t cheat!”

[ditttiii]

A Kim Heechul Drabble

Prompt: “You should think things through before you say them aloud.” “Where’s the fun in that?”  

Word count: 711

"I can't believe you." You say; anger coiled tight like cold steel in your words. 

From the corner of your eyes you aim a glare at your boyfriend , hands folded over your chest, the seat belt pulled tight across your body, as Heechul drives you back to your shared apartment. 

"You still pissed about what I said to Ho-dong?" Heechul asks, his face tilting in your direction as he tries to catch your gaze, loose dark strands slipping in front of his eyes, messy and gorgeous, and you just huff snapping your eyes ahead as you watch Seoul pass by. 

Willing yourself to not fall for his charms, you track the outside world.

Towering skyscrapers spread far and wide, glassed and cramped as intense as the city was, it was still your home. The ever-present smell of Kimchi in the air, the stifling traffic, all of what was once annoying, now makes you feel safe, secure, and you let your gaze stray, melting back into your seat. 

"Baby..." Heechul pleads, and you almost crack, your anger slowly slipping away as you hear his soft, sweet voice call out to you, and you want to reach out, take his hand, kiss away that furrow between his forehead you know is there without even looking. 

But you don't. Not when you know it won't solve anything, and so you hold onto the last of your anger. 

You love Heechul, every last cell of your body calls out for him, but sometimes even with all the love that you two share, things get hard. Your opinions clash and disagreements arise. 

Tonight was one of those times.

"The party wasn't a set of one of your Variety shows; you weren't playing some crazy character, why the hell did you think making fun of Ho-Dong ssi would be a good idea?" You finally cry out, your words dripping with disbelief at the audacity of your boyfriend. 

Heechul chuckles, and you snap your eyes to him so fast, your vision blurs for a second. Cursing softly under your breath, you lean back and wait for your head to stop swimming. 

"You okay there love?" Heechuls' concerned voice rings inside the car, one of his hands' snaking away from the steering wheel to wrap around your right hand, fingers intertwining almost unconsciously. 

His warm, soft hand feels less calloused than yours and you let out a snort, all those theories about how your boyfriend is prettier than female idols coming to your mind. 

"One of these days Ho-Dong is going to kill you." You warn and watch as Heechul throws his head back letting out a chuckle. Your eyes snap ahead to the road alarmed, and you breathe out a sigh of relief, once you realise that the street ahead is almost empty because of the late hour.

"But you'll protect me, won't you?" His tone is cheeky, and you snort, shaking your head in denial.

"You'd probably deserve it," You quip back and Heechul makes a noise, deep in his chest as he frowns. 

"You wound me babe, and here I thought you'd be by my side in sickness and in health." His eyes shift to the engagement ring on your finger as he says this. The large central diamond of the ring catches the light from outside, shimmering in the dark, and you smile, just like you always do when you realise you're engaged to the man you love. 

“You should think things through before you say them aloud.” 

“Where’s the fun in that?” 

At that you groan out loud, muttering a 'you're insane' under your breath, and your boyfriend just laughs, his gummy laugh on full display, and you can’t help but let out a chuckle yourself. 

Crazy, insane, an idiot, Heechul is a lot of things, but underneath all that crazy exterior is a man whose kindness and sincerity had made you fall in love with him. 

'Well, that and his Humour.' 

Bringing your hands closer to himself, he drops a kiss on your knuckles, and you bite your lip, head tilting forward as a blush blooms across your cheeks. 

"Cute." He remarks, and you just elbow him, muttering an ‘idiot’ under your breath as a smile pushes through and stretches across your face. 

For the prompt challenge by: @2ya2yao​ 💜 This ones for Kim Heechul—the psycho, the crazy extra hyung, the love of my goddamn life. Happy Birthday 💕 (10th of July)

Also that header gif? Completely out of context, but 100% perfect, it just doesn’t get better than that 😂 Basically Kim Heechul in a nutshell 💜💖

[superwinkies]

Super Junior: Their Favourite Physical Features Of You

//I’m trying something new! Let me know if you prefer these kind of short write up, or the ones that I’ve been doing! My requests are still open and I have a few queued posts over the next few days! Hope yall like it either way!//

Leeteuk loves your smile. He never imagined himself to be the person who gets recharged just by seeing you smile. Your smile was precious and seeing you smile was like finding an oasis in the middle of the dessert. After an eventful day, Leeteuk looks forward to going home. The moment he opens the door and sees you stretching your neck out, smiling fondly at him, he feels his tiredness dissipating. Leeteuk loves it when you smile because of him. He would do almost anything to see you smile. Getting you croissants from the bakery downtown, buying you a bouquet of roses, cooking for you are some of the things he’ll do for you. And for the rest of his life, Leeteuk would keep the smile on your face. 

Kim Heechul lives for your laughter. He loves that you are not overly conscious of it. He loves that you sometimes forgot to cover your mouth. The sounds coming out f your mouth was like music to his ears. It makes him feel calm and more in tune to you. Hearing you laugh is the greatest joy of his, especially if the laughter is because of him. He loves the fact that you would wildly hit him if the joke is too funny, or that your eyes would disappear into a fine line from laughing too hard. Heechul never want to see the light disappear from you, and he most definitely want to be the reason why you are always laughing.

definitely your hands. Yesung undoubtedly has the smallest hands among the members. When he finds out that your hands are smaller than his, he was over the moon. Yesung loves the fact that your hands fits his perfectly. The way the length of your fingers barely covers the back of his palm when you hold hands or how it’s the perfect length when you two interlock your fingers. Yesung never lets go of your hands when both of you are out. When at home, he would open up his hands that’s resting on his palm, urging you to hold his whilst the both of you watch the movie playing. And when you held his hands then, he would always brings it to his lips and kiss the back of your palms. 

He loves your shoulders. Shindong loves that your shoulders is not too hard or too soft. He loves resting his head on your shoulders, especially after a long day at work. Nights with him include him resting his head against your shoulder and just watching shows together while eating popcorn. When Shindong hugs you, he would rest his chin against your shoulder. You would always pat the back of his head gently when he hugs you. To him, it’s the most comfortable place in the world. He feels like the time stops when he’s with you and when you softly pats him, it feels like the weight of the world is no longer as significant as he thought it’ll be. 

Eunhyuk is the biggest fan of your eyelashes. Eunhyuk is jealous of people with long and full eyelashes. He can’t help but be captivated by your eyelashes when he first saw you. Even till now, your eyelashes envies him. He loves seeing it when you are asleep. The hair fanning over your face, making you look more beautiful in his eyes. Sometimes, when you are doing nothing, Eunhyuk would get up close and personal just to admire your lashes. How are you so beautiful? When you are kissing him, he loves it when your eyelash flutters over his cheeks tickling him. It always make him smile against the kiss. And when you use the eyelash curler, Hyukjae would stare intently at you saying that you are hurting his babies. Dramatic.

Baby boi Donghae loves your lips. He loves the fullness of your lips, the shape of your lips, the way your upper lips form a pretty cupid bow. More importantly, Donghae loves kissing the artwork that is your lips. He loves biting your bottom lips gently, just enough to earn a gasp from you. He loves brushing his lips against yours. Your lips are perfect to him. Donghae gets excited when you wear the red lipstick he bought for you. When you do, he can’t resist and would grab the sides of your face before kissing you passionately. Sometimes, Donghae would gently swiped his thumb against your lips, admiring the beauty that is your lips. Baby boi is definitely obsessed with your lips.

Siwon best boi loves loves your cheeks. He loves that they are perfect for him to softly pinch, squeeze, smush and leave kisses. You were insecure of your cheeks but with Siwon constant attention and love towards it, it’s now your favourite part of yourself. You have the habit of blowing your cheeks out when you are focused on something. Best believe that Siwon would go up to you and gently poke your cheeks when you do that. Siwon loves leaving kisses on both your cheeks, just because he can. He loves the bounciness of your cheeks. When you are sleeping, Siwon would sometimes caress your cheeks gently. He just loves you, all of you.

Ryeowook loves your eyes. Wookie loves how bright your eyes are, he loves how he can see himself in your eyes. Wookie is enamoured by the beauty of your eyes. He loves seeing the light reflecting off your eyes. How can your eyes be this pretty? Ryeowook loves it the most when you are talking about something you love and your eyes sparkled almost immediately. Ryeonggu thinks that your eyes holds his world. When he look into your alluring eyes, all he see is you and him together forever. Looking into you brings him comfort and it feels like taking a breather from the never ending run he’s been on. He never want you to look at him any other way.

Kyuhyun loves your dimples. Kyuhyun would always, without fail, poke the dent of your dimples every single time it appears. Kyuhyun is so intrigued by your dimples and best believe he has thousands of close ups photos of your dimple. For research, he would say. He would randomly compare it to Siwon’s and quickly conclude that your dimples are more beautiful, He says that Siwon’s dimples lack the beauty that you have and is no match compared to yours. Kyuhyun would go out of his way to make your smile just so he can see your dimples. He can’t believe how whipped he is for you.

[inspired-by-the-music]

Lost In Your Eyes: Heechul x Reader

Genre: high school au;  i’m a believer in fluffy endings, but there are some kind of deep issues explored in this work. namely, beauty standards. 

Word Count: 10k (this is actually my longest drabble!)

Tracklist: “Lost In Your Eyes” by Debbie Gibson & “I Think We’re Alone Now” by Tiffany (bc your girl is 80s pop trash)

Note: y’all why do I have no self control when it comes to Heechul? this was literally just supposed to be a short piece based on a dream I had & it became a novella lol. honestly, I could have kept writing this forever & I could definitely be convinced to revisit this story’s universe!

fyi: to explore the themes of this story, the reader character is of Korean and Hispanic heritage. 

You almost made it through high school without attracting a single boy. While you didn’t rejoice in that fact, you certainly weren’t losing sleep because the high school boys didn’t fawn over your naturally curly hair and eternally bronzed skin. Long ago, you had accepted that you did not fit their standard of beauty; you never would. 

“There are far more important things than boys,” your father said often— whenever he found time to look up from the books that detailed the financial records of the Korean-Mexican restaurant he operated with your mother. 

You believed him just as much as you believed your mother when she patted your shoulder and pressed a kiss to your cheek, saying, “You’re beautiful, baby.” 

And yet, when your father hired him to work as a host and server so you could focus on studying for the upcoming graduation exams, you wondered if he would look at you if you resembled the girl on the cover of the magazine you read while stuffing your mouth full of rice. 

His name was Heechul— or so you gathered from your father’s praises of his salesmanship and the excited chatter of girls who visited the restaurant, clad in tiny shorts and bikini tops, just to get a look at him. 

“Come on now, ladies.” He would wink at the girls when they delayed in placing an order as long as possible in an effort to admire him for as long as possible without having to pay for food they didn’t care to eat. “You’ll order something, won’t you? Every penny you spend here goes toward my dream of buying a new motorcycle. Maybe if you help me enough, I’ll take you for a ride.” 

Heechul’s dream changed every day. Sometimes, he dreamed of buying a new motorcycle, sometimes a new car, sometimes a new guitar or a new drum set (that he would use to write a song especially for whoever bought the most food). The girls never noticed that he never held a dream for long; they were all too happy to be a part of his fantasy of the day. 

You couldn’t blame them for leaning into his every word. Aside from the fact that he was beautiful— his sleek shoulder-length black hair often falling from its ponytail to frame his face— Heechul crafted his sentences carefully. They probably didn’t recognize his wit. How could they even notice it when they were lost in his eyes or enchanted by his smile? 

You could appreciate Heechul’s cleverness at first, though, because you only heard his punchlines while reviewing a practice test or while penning your answers to a magazine quiz to learn which K-Pop idol would totally fall for you. Heechul didn’t look at you, so you couldn’t get lost in his eyes. He didn’t smile at you, and yet you were very much enchanted by him long before he sat in the seat across from you in the corner booth. 

“Hey.” His eyes met yours over the top of the magazine. Tapping his index finger against the cover, he asked, “Is this nonsense really more important than your studies, Y/N?”

Burning with the question, “How does he know my name?” you dropped the magazine onto the table and closed it over your open textbooks. Heechul pointed again to the neon decal advertising, “Want porcelain skin like your crush’s ideal type? Try these 5 tricks!”

“No.” You shook your head. “That’s not important to me at all. I was reading about this.” With your pink highlighter, you circled the text: “How to tell him you’re not interested.” 

Heechul’s face flushed pink when he met your gaze, and once he recognized the teasing smile spreading across your face, he laughed. That high pitched scream of a laugh didn’t seem like it should have come from such a delicately pretty face, but it did; it turned heads, and the stares deepened your own laughter. 

“Careful there,” he warned, expression suddenly grave. “You almost had me convinced that you weren’t interested in my attention.” 

When you shrugged, feigning disinterest, and dropped your gaze back to the magazine as you flipped through its pages, Heechul yelped, “Hey! If you’re going to neglect your studies, at least pay attention to me!”

He snatched your magazine and fanned himself with it so the hair that escaped his ponytail blew in the breeze. He smirked at your glare— apparently of the belief that all attention is good attention— and you realized that Heechul wasn’t talking to you because of any genuine interest. He just couldn’t live knowing that he hadn’t stared into the eyes of every girl who entered the restaurant. 

You had been content with being just another girl who admired Heechul, but you didn’t want to be another girl who inflated his ego. You didn’t want to be another girl who felt special just because he glanced your way. 

Frowning at the realization that you couldn’t like him anymore— and you really enjoyed having such a harmless crush before he ruined it— you asked, “Shouldn’t you be working?”

Heechul retorted, “Shouldn’t you be studying?”

Hoping to drive him away by refusing him any attention you agreed, “You’re right,” before grabbing a pencil and reading through the instructions of the next practice test. 

Heechul groaned at the lack of admiration and jumped out of the booth. “Right. So you don’t get distracted again, young lady—” he couldn’t have been more than a year or two older, so you rolled your eyes at his condescending language— “I’ll be confiscating this.” He flashed his glittering teeth when you watched him tauntingly lift the magazine higher and higher out of your reach. 

“Give that back, Heechul!” You hissed as you stood in your seat to reach for the magazine. It hadn’t cost much, and you weren’t all that interested in it, but that wasn’t the point. 

Who was he to make you feel small— first figuratively with his games and then literally by holding your property over your head? He couldn’t get away with being annoying just because he was gorgeous. 

Except he could. His behavior had probably been excused every day of his life on account of his appearance. And he probably never paused to consider how his actions— how flaunting his good looks— impacted others. 

“Oh, so you do know my name!” Heechul jumped as you tried to grab at the magazine. “It actually sounds better than usual when you say it. Do it again!”

Your fingers caught the cover, but Heechul wouldn’t loosen his grip around the pages, so when you pulled, the staples binding the magazine together snapped. Brightly colored pages depicting celebrities’s faces, detailing fashion advice, and instructing teen girls in the art of appealing to boys scattered across the recently mopped floor. They were ruined. 

Heechul’s wide, guilty eyes met yours briefly before he set to gathering each page while muttering, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” 

You would have accepted his apology if you weren’t crumbling under the stares of the customers, many of whom were young women who hated you for holding Heechul’s attention for a moment when you were clearly so unworthy— so unappreciative. Too embarrassed to speak, you slumped into your seat, crossed your arms over the table, and buried your face in the bend of your elbow. 

“I’m sorry,” Heechul repeated. Had you looked up, you would have seen how delicately he placed the poorly stacked pages on the table’s corner. You would have seen how he leaned forward, his face almost level with yours, to implore you to look at him so all could be forgiven. 

You didn’t look, though, because you didn’t want him to see your face scorched by a crimson blush. “Just throw the pages away, please.” 

“Are you sure?” 

You doubted whether he could see that you nodded into your elbow, but when you looked up minutes later (after the waves of embarrassment subsided) the remnants of the magazine were gone along with every trace of Heechul. 

Of course, you hadn’t been foolish enough to think that you wouldn’t see Heechul again just because he had taken care to avoid your table for the rest of his shift. You knew that it was likely just a matter of time until he spoke to you again, but you hadn’t expected his next correspondence to come so soon through a note that you found on your table. 

After tossing your backpack into the booth, you read what he scrawled onto a sticky note likely grabbed from the host’s booth: “Sorry I ripped your magazine. Here’s a new one. And here’s my number if you want to call/text to cuss me out.” Carefully, you peeled the note off of the magazine and saw that Heechul used a red marker to circle a featured article titled “Five Ways To Say Sorry.”

It was silly: the fact that he had gone so far to apologize for ruining a cheap magazine filled with superficial thoughts you were supposed to hate and the fact that your heart raced just from reading his handwriting.

Unsure of how to reply to your cousin, you tossed your phone down on the table, rubbed the fatigue out of our eyes, and resumed your work. Sometimes, you thought, studying was less stressful than talking to AJ. 

You didn’t think anything about leaving your phone unlocked, screen facing upward, until Heechul settled into the seat across from you and declared, “I see my name!”

Your eyes flicked up to find him scrolling through the texts. When you reached for the phone, knots tying in your stomach as you wondered how much of your cousin’s insanity he had read and taken as truth, he held the phone out of your reach. 

“Apparently—” your face burned as you dared to look into his eyes— “you don’t learn from your mistakes. Does this scene look familiar to you at all?”

“I apologized!” Heechul reminded, and he probably would have clung to your phone longer if your father hadn’t appeared at your side. 

Clearing his throat, your father asked, “What is going on here?” His stern gaze wandered between you and Heechul. 

While you sank because disappointing your father was your deepest fear, Heechul responded promptly. Setting the phone down on the table, Heechul said, “I just came to check on Y/N’s progress. You know, I thought I could offer her some tips because I took the graduation exams just a couple of years ago, but I was never half as smart as she is.”

When Heechul glanced into your eyes, which were narrowed, confused by the sudden flattery, he smiled. “I guess I’m not much of a tutor, then.”

Mouth pressed into a thin line as a wrinkle darkened between his eyebrows, your father suggested, “I suppose that means you should get back to work, then.” It wasn’t a suggestion so much as an order. 

Heechul’s smile faltered. Your heart sank at the thought, and you realized that your heart had been swelling with the growth of his smile. You had been leaning across the table, subconsciously willing yourself closer to him. You were just like everybody else: enchanted by Heechul’s smile. 

Chewing on his lips as if embarrassed by your father’s reprimand, Heechul nodded. He tucked stray strands of hair behind his ears. “Yes, sir.” He dropped your phone— now locked, as evidenced by the darkened screen— atop your book and encouraged, “Keep up the good work,” before setting off to help your mother carry a tray piled high with enchiladas.

Your father then patted your shoulder and, after praising your hard work, reminded, “There are more important things than boys.” The twitch that moved his eyebrow when his icy eyes fell on Heechul from across the room was in stark contrast with his past boasts about the young college student who nearly doubled profits with his charisma. 

Had your father mistaken Heechul’s interest in you too? 

He wouldn’t walk away until you promised, “I know,” and proved your belief by fixing your stare on the math practice sheet when you really just wanted to watch Heechul laugh with your mother. 

Once satisfied that your father wasn’t watching— he was too busy talking to a longtime customer— you unlocked your phone to see that Heechul had sent a text.

Despite your cousin’s professed interest in visiting, you didn’t expect to look up from your studies to find her sitting across from you, smiling broadly as she twisted one of her long blonde curls. 

“AJ!” You would have smiled if your jaw hadn’t gone slack from the surprise. “What are you doing here?”

“Okay, so here’s the official answer.” She tapped her French manicured nails on the shine black tabletop as her peach colored lips pulled more tightly into a bright grin. “It’s my spring break, and your mom paid for me to fly out here as a part of your birthday present!”

Your birthday? Surely you hadn’t forgotten.

When you scrambled through strewn papers to find your phone, you blinked at the date. It was your birthday— the one day of the year that was yours— and you hadn’t even realized until after wasting half of it studying in the corner booth of your parents’ restaurant.

“But unofficially,” AJ divulged, “I’m here on my quest for a baby daddy.” 

At that moment, Heechul decided to appear at the table. Wearing his apron and name tag, hair tied back as he held the pen in one hand and notepad in the other, he looked like a model employee except for the devilish smirk twisting the corner of his mouth when he asked, “Who needs a baby daddy?”

Your face flushed crimson, and he laughed when you mumbled, “Damn it, Heechul, why did you have to show up right this second?” Since he called you beautiful, you hadn’t been able to look at him without blushing; this topic deepened your embarrassment. 

Placing both hands on his hips and tilting his head at AJ, he asked, “How much will you pay me— to be your baby daddy?” 

Anyone else in the world would have melted at his wink, but AJ didn’t crack the smallest smile. She didn’t flatter him with the faintest blush. She only shook her head. “Sorry, sir—”

Heechul glared when you giggled at the word ‘sir,’ but he ultimately broke into his own laughter until AJ concluded, “But you don’t have the assets I’m looking for in a baby daddy.” 

As if you had been the one to offend him, Heechul gasped and looked to you for an explanation as he clutched his notepad over his chest. Rolling your eyes at his theatrics and AJ’s ideal type, you started, “She’s into buff—”

“I’ve heard enough!” Heechul decided, waving his hand dismissively as it fell from its place over his heart. “I didn’t come here to get insulted! I came to look at a beautiful girl—” He blew a kiss at you and delighted when you fixed your flustered gaze away from him— “and to take your drink order,” he said to AJ. 

“That won’t be necessary.” AJ laughed at your embarrassment with Heechul. “I was just about to drag Y/N off to the beach if you wanna tag along. Maybe we can talk her into wearing a bikini!”

Heechul’s eyes widened at AJ’s proposition, and you wondered, glaring at her, “How are you going to talk me into wearing something I don’t own?”

“We can go shopping!” AJ suggested enthusiastically. “I saw a cute little boutique on my walk over here! Let’s just swing by on our way to the beach!” Then, as if a lack of funds was the cause of your reluctance, she offered, “I’ll buy the bikini— just consider it a birthday gift from me to you!”

Heechul asked, “It’s your birthday?” and he frowned when you nodded. “Damn! Now I feel really terrible about turning you ladies down. I’m on the clock, ya know?” He gestured sadly to his work attire. 

Noting how your shoulders slumped, weighted by disappointment, AJ tried to make you laugh by joking, “Damn! Now how are we gonna assess your tiddie situation, Heechul?”

Again, as if you had spoken, Heechul scoffed at you. “Wow! I didn’t know you could be so bold!” He caught his tongue with his teeth as he smirked, his dimples deepening. “If you wanted me to take my shirt off, all you had to do was ask.”

Winking, Heechul set his pen and notepad on the table, reached around his back to untie his apron, and he might have reached for the hem of his shirt (as AJ slapped her hands on the table, roaring with laughter, while you concealed your burning face with your hands, peeking at him through your fingers) had your mother not approached the table. 

“Oh, hi, ma’am.” Heechul bowed and donned a smile so sweet it made your teeth hurt. He waved both hands, and your mom mirrored the gesture. 

“Hi, Heechul! And hey, AJ— I’m glad to see you made it here safely!” Your mom’s forever smiling eyes landed on you as she asked AJ, “You’re still walking down to the beach with Y/N, right?”

“Yeah, if I can convince her to walk away from her work for just a few hours!” AJ huffed in exaggerated frustration because she knew that would appeal to your mom, who feared that you didn’t spend enough time doing ‘normal teenager things.’

You mom told you, “You can take a break at least for today.” 

Before you could argue that you weren’t reluctant to leave your work— you were just uncomfortable about having to wear a bikini— your mother set to closing your books and stacking your papers. “You can take the day off too, Heechul, so you can look after these girls. Make sure to have them back at the restaurant by 7 to have cake; you can stay for that, if you want.” 

The beach was less than a mile away from the restaurant, and you had never been in trouble a day in your life, so there was no rational reason for mom to send Heechul to escort you and AJ. Still, you didn’t point that out when Heechul nodded, promising, “I’ll keep them out of trouble, ma’am!”

Nobody could have kept AJ out of trouble, though. As soon as the three of you entered the boutique across the street from the restaurant, she abandoned you and Heechul to strike up a conversation with the boy running the cash register. 

While you rolled your eyes at her nerve, Heechul grabbed you by the hand and pulled you to the rack of bathing suits. “Guess that leaves us to shop alone.” He didn’t seem at all affected by AJ’s misplaced priorities. 

Heechul usually laughed at your blush, but his gaze softened when he noticed that you were staring down at your sandals. “Hey.” He nudged you until you looked up at him, and he smiled— a small closed mouth grin that wasn’t supposed to make your heart thunder— as he released your hand. 

“You don’t have to wear anything you don’t want to wear. See— here’s a modest one.” He plucked from the rack a striped black long sleeved bathing suit top matched with black shorts and held it out for your approval. 

You shook your head, and when Heechul looked at you with gathered eyebrows, you explained, “Horizontal stripes aren’t flattering on me.”

“What—” His tone was harsh until he remembered that he was trying to make your birthday happy. Swallowing his annoyance, Heechul forced a grin, returned the striped bathing suit, and reached for another. This one was a ruffled cotton-candy-pink one piece. 

“Ruffles exaggerate my curves.” You frowned as you picked at your nail beds. 

Heechul groaned, “Y/N, curves are good—” and he bit his tongue only when you cut your eyes at him, cheeks reddening. “Fine.” He slammed the hanger back on the rack and asked, “Where do you get all this stuff, anyway? Is it from those magazines—”

“It’s fashion advice,” you maintained, but Heechul continued to argue. 

“I don’t think it’s good for you to read things that tell you ‘You look bad in this, this, and that.’” 

Had the shop been busier, you might have been embarrassed by his volume. Maybe then, you still would have been too flattered by his rage on your behalf to care who overheard. 

Calmly, you explained, “They don’t just tell me what I look bad in. They also say what’s flattering for my body type.” 

Heechul rolled his eyes as he humored you by asking, “Well, what do the magazines say flatters you?”

You pointed to the polka dotted red one piece. Heechul grabbed it and ushered you into the dressing room in the back of the store. In another attempt to make you laugh, the tried to walk into the dressing room with you. 

He laughed— that high pitched cackle that drew everyone’s attention— as you snatched the bathing suit from his hands and pushed him out of the room, chuckling, “Nice try, Heechul.” 

Even after all his skepticism toward magazine advice, Heechul frowned when you walked out of the dressing room without modeling the bathing suit. 

“Patience, Heechul,” you urged as you rose to your tiptoes to pull the elastic that held his hair back. You had never seen him with his hair down before; he looked more beautiful this way. “You’ll see it at the beach.” 

He grumbled, “Whatever,” while raking his fingers through his hair. He smiled only when you absentmindedly slid his hair tie onto your wrist before skipping to meet AJ at the register. 

“Cute,” AJ cooed when you dropped the bathing suit onto the counter. “Very 1950s chic! Your almost-boyfriend has great taste!” You shoved her as she turned to wiggle her eyebrows and wave at Heechul. 

Heechul’s frown returned when AJ whipped her wallet out to purchase your bathing suit. 

“Hey!” His eyes spat fire. “I wanted to buy that!” Stepping by your side, he had also pulled his wallet from his work pants’ front pocket. He wore an indignant expression that clearly meant, “And I have every right to buy it! I helped her pick it out while you were sidetracked by your baby daddy quest!”

AJ mimicked his face, going so far as to stick her tongue out at him while adopting his whining tone. “Too bad! This was my idea first, so you’ll have to think of some other present for Y/N!”

While the cashier watched their exchange with raised eyebrows, you offered him an apologetic smile and tugged anxiously at one of your twin braids. “Guys, I’ll just buy it myself—”

“No!” Heechul and AJ shouted in unison, causing you and the cashier to jump and raise your hands in surrender. 

Shoving his wallet back into his pocket, Heechul grumbled, “It was AJ’s idea first, so whatever.” 

AJ stood triumphantly, beaming as she counted the money likely given to her by your Mom, and Heechul stood over by the door. He crossed his arms over his chest, lips pressed out into a pout. 

You couldn’t explain that his presence alone was a gift without sounding like a lovesick fool, so you smiled as you walked to his side and said, “We’ll need towels and sunscreen and stuff, right?”

Heechul blinked until he understood that you were offering him another way to financially contribute to the beach trip since, obviously, that was so important to him. He grabbed you around the shoulders and grinned as he instructed, “Wait here.” 

. . .  

“What was the point of buying a bathing suit,” AJ asked as she plopped onto the checkered blanket with you and Heechul, “if you’re just gonna sit here the whole time?”

You tossed a towel at her, kicking with your bare feet to drive her off of the corner of the blanket she was soaking with ocean water. “Why did you drag me to the beach for my birthday if you’re just gonna flirt with every guy on the beach?”

The red patches that rose over AJ’s cheeks were either the beginning stages of a sunburn or her first blush. “Well, forgive me for not wanting to interrupt you and Heechul.” 

At his name, Heechul propped himself up on his elbows and lowered his sunglasses to cock an eyebrow at AJ. “Excuse me? We aren’t doing anything. I am being a remarkably well behaved boy.”

“Right,” AJ said skeptically before rising to her feet and dropping the towel onto the blanket. “Well, I’m gonna go get ice cream. Might swim some more. I’m not sure yet. But you won’t see me again ’til it’s time to walk back to the restaurant.” 

You thought AJ was mad at you until she winked before prancing away. 

So that’s why she had been elusive all day: she didn’t want to be the third wheel. In her mind, this was a date that she had coordinated with your mom’s help. 

Heechul rolled onto his side. “You can go swimming if you want.” Lying like that, with one hand supporting his head and the other resting on his hip, clad only in his black slacks, you couldn’t bear to look at him. You fixed your gaze on the not-too-distant shoreline as he said, “I wouldn’t mind. It’s your birthday, and your cousin is visiting from across the world, so do what’s fun to you.”

It occurred to you that there was an imbalance between you and Heechul. While you had vaguely admitted your attraction to him as some kind of crush similar to one every girl developed when looking at him, he had been open about liking you. Liking someone is different from having a crush. Liking someone is different from thinking they’re pretty. 

The thing was, you did like Heechul. You couldn’t exactly explain why or when it started, but you figured you must have tripped some time during your first conversation. You must have fallen without realizing it until you looked up at him from your place on the ground. 

You hadn’t ever liked somebody before, so you didn’t know how these things worked. You didn’t know what marked the distinction between crush and love, but you knew that you liked Heechul, and you didn’t want to swim because he couldn't walk into the water wearing his work uniform. 

You knew, “I am having fun,” so you told him. 

Heechul didn’t tease you. He simply lowered his sunglasses again to look at you without the barrier— to check your expression for any signs of uncertainty or deceit. He handed the glasses to you, explaining, “You’re squinting. Here.” 

As you slid them onto your face, he crawled in front of you, sat with his back to you, and asked, “Do you know how to braid hair?”

“Yeah,” you answered, “but I don’t have a hair tie.” 

He advised, “Check your wrist,” and you saw that you were wearing one. 

Unable to remember where it came from or how Heechul noticed it, you set to combing through his hair with your fingers. “Do you want, like, a French braid, or—” 

“I don’t care.” Always a little too honest to believe, Heechul explained, “I just want you to touch me, okay? And not in, like, a pervy way, so stop blushing.”

It wasn’t so impressive that Heechul knew that you were blushing without watching your face burn; you were almost always turning red while talking to him. 

“Okay,” you agreed, playing with his hair without pausing for even a moment. Your movements didn’t falter until Heechul leaned back so that his back was flush with your chest. 

“What are you doing?” He whirled around when you pushed him away. His voice had been grating— irritated— until he noticed that the color had drained from your face. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you or—”

Shaking your head, you explained, “My heart is racing. I didn’t want you to feel—”

Heechul gently grabbed your wrist and held your palm flat over his chest— bare and warm from the sun’s rays— so that you could feel it too: the rapid booming of his heart. Somehow, that made it okay. Somehow that made it right: the fact that he felt this way too. 

Once you nodded, Heechul returned to his position with his back against your chest. When you said, “I can’t braid your hair when you’re this close,” he repeated, “I don’t care,” and he reached for his phone. 

So he really did just want to be close to you. 

You sat there for a few minutes, gaze shifting from the clouds overhead to the shoreline to the children building sandcastles to the couples sitting on blankets in positions to yours and Heechul’s. You sat there for a few minutes, stiff and unsure of what you should do, unsure of what you were expected to do, uncomfortably aware of what you wanted to do. 

Finally, you gave in to your desires. You wrapped your arms around Heechul’s waist and hid your burning face in the scalding crook of his neck as you awaited his reaction. 

He gasped at the unexpected affection and dropped his phone. His hair tickled your nose and lips while he asked, “What are you doing?” For once, he was the surprised one. He was the breathless one. 

You replied, “I just want to touch you, okay? And not in a pervy way, so stop blushing.”

“Me?” His voice cracked as his arms grazed over yours. “I don’t blush.”

Hoping to call his bluff, you tried to raise your head, but he held you where you were, saying, “Don’t move. I want to stay like this for a while.”

“But Heechul,” you whined against his skin, “how am I supposed to kiss you from here?”

“Yah!” Heechul jumped out of your embrace and rounded on you again. He leaned forward on his knees, hands pressed down on the blanket on either side of your body, face just inches from yours. He couldn’t truthfully deny that his face was scarlet when he asked, “What’s gotten into you? Your cousin shows up, and suddenly you’re a shameless flirt?”

“Don’t blame AJ.” Somehow emboldened by Heechul’s blush, you accused, “It’s your fault that I’m acting like this.” 

“My fault?” His jaw dropped, and he shook his head. 

You nodded. “Yeah! You’re a terrible influence!”

“I resent that.” His growing smile suggested otherwise. His blush faded as he adapted to the situation; if you wanted to remain dominant, you would have to take action quickly. 

“Besides, Heechul—” you teasingly lowered the sunglasses he gave you so he could see your wink— “hasn’t anybody ever told you that you’re irresistible?”

It was quick— almost too quick for you to appreciate the cherry flavor of his barely chapped lips against yours— over in the blink of an eye, but you would never forget that first dizzying kiss. 

“Ah, damn it.” Heechul huffed when he backed away from you. His hair fell over his face, and he didn’t bother to move it (probably) because it acted as a curtain between his blush and your wide, curious eyes. “I’m supposed to prove myself worthy by waiting for you, and then I got all impatient like an idiot.”

At first, you thought that he was throwing a theatrical fit to lighten the mood— maybe he thought you were overwhelmed by the kiss— but then his shoulders slumped. He didn’t meet your eyes because he was focused on his balled fists. 

You tried to comfort him by acknowledging, “I went out of my way to tempt you,” but that only seemed to make matters worse.

“That’s no excuse. You clearly said that you don’t want to date, and—”

“I’m sorry,” you interrupted, annoyed by his efforts to dampen the moment, “but I didn’t know that sharing one sweet kiss means we have to get married next week.”

Heechul blinked and opened his mouth like he wanted to argue, but then he broke into a bashful grin. “Oh. Yeah, maybe I’m overthinking things.” When he moved to sit by your side, he was careful not to brush his hand against yours; evidently, he wasn’t done overthinking. 

A part of you— the part that forced your lips into a heavy frown— wondered how long things would be like this. How long would he, who never hesitated before, fear crossing the boundary you had drawn before trust was (somehow) established?

A part of you— the part that compelled you to toss the sunglasses into the beach tote so you could look at him without the slightest obstruction to your vision— said, “You’re a really nice person.” Then, that part of you said, “You’re a beautiful person, Heechul.”

“Why are you saying that?” He looked at you with an apprehension you recognize from the times you caught your reflection at school. He didn’t believe you. “You can’t say something like that just because I kissed you—”

“I’m not,” you argued, voice sharp as a blade although your heart was flooded with burning compassion. “I’m not trying to— I’m saying that you’re beautiful because you’re not going to kiss me again.” 

Heechul sighed. “I don’t understand. I don’t know why you’re confusing me like this, but—” 

“It’s beautiful that you care so much about waiting for me. It’s beautiful that you’re not pressuring me to just hurry up and date you just because the feelings are there.”

“That’s not beautiful,” Heechul murmured, smoothing the patch of blanket before him. “That’s called not being a total jerk.”

“Well,” you breathed, “I think it’s beautiful that you’re not a total jerk.”

When Heechul swallowed, his eyes still clinging to his mistrust, he seemed to realize that he couldn’t change your mind. Maybe he didn’t want to change your mind. “Okay. I believe that you think I’m beautiful, so I think you should try to believe that I think you’re beautiful.” 

You gasped. When would you get used to the fluttering in your chest those words caused? Did you want it to end so that you could breathe more comfortably? Or did you want the feeling to last forever? 

“What? What’s wrong?” Heechul finally pushed his hair aside so you could watch his face contort as he complained, “Y/N, you make me a little bit crazy. I know there’s a lot going on in your head, and maybe I wouldn’t get it all, but I— try to trust me a little. Please?”

“It’s not an issue of trust,” you claimed, but maybe it was. “It’s just—” adjusting your denim shorts, you worried aloud, “what if you think I’m weird?”

“Who gives a shit what I think?” Heechul apologized when you winced at his tone. “Well, obviously, you care what I think, huh?” He clicked his tongue. “Don’t worry then. I don’t think being weird is bad. I don’t think anything about you is bad.”

“I was just thinking,” you confessed when he linked his pinky with yours, “that I can’t breathe when you call me beautiful. And then I wondered how long I will feel this way. And then I wondered what’s wrong with me.” 

“First of all, there’s nothing wrong with you,” Heechul said matter-of-factly. “It’s okay to be happy when somebody calls you beautiful—”

At the risk of sounding like a fool, you elaborated, “It’s not about being called beautiful. It’s about you calling me beautiful. I don’t want to be one of those girls who only feels special because a boy— even a boy like you— compliments her.” 

Heechul frowned and scratched at the back of his neck. “See, I don’t know what to say about that. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with you feeling special because— get this— you are. And if I help you realize it, then, well, I don’t see any harm in that.” As if wounded, he asked, “Why can’t I be one of the things that make you happy? I get why I can’t be everything— I don’t want to be everything— but why can’t I be something?”

You shrugged, unsure of how to process his question (much less answer it), and Heechul started guessing, “Because I’m a boy? Because I like you? Because I’ll kiss you every chance I get? That’s not very fair, if you ask me.” 

“It’s not because you’re a boy or because you like me or because you want to kiss me,” you admitted in a small voice, gathering your legs so you could rest your chin atop your knees. “It’s because— what do I do when you change your mind?”

Your question knocked the breath out of Heechul. He tried to mask his wheeze with a laugh. “Change my mind about what? Liking you? Falling in love with you? Thinking you’re beautiful?” He looked to you, again, for answers. Again, you shrugged, so he reasoned, “Well, Y/N, I’m not gonna lie or sugar coat things. People change, people grow, and sometimes people leave. I’m not going to promise you forever, and you shouldn’t trust anybody who does.” 

Everything he said— you already knew it. Those truths were among the many fears that prevented you from leaping into the unknown with him despite your repressed desires. Hearing them spoken aloud should have stunned you, maybe terrified you, but the words were a comfort. 

Heechul understood; Heechul wouldn’t pretend to hold the authority to silence your concerns forever. Perhaps above all, you appreciated his honesty. 

“I like you now. I’m pretty sure I’m falling in love with you now,” he confessed. You knew he wasn’t speaking for a reaction, as he often did, because he wasn’t even looking at you. “Now is all I can give you.”

“Now,” you wanted to say, “is beautiful,” but you couldn’t find your voice, or you couldn’t find the words. 

“But—” he looked at you briefly, stuttered when he found that you had been admiring him, and fixed his gaze up on the sky— “I will always think you’re beautiful. Even if you cut my heart out and stop on it— and I know you would never intentionally hurt me, but come on, that’s one of those things people do— you won’t stop being beautiful. Maybe you don’t know it yet, maybe you never will, but your beauty is one of those few forever things.” 

You said, “I don’t believe in forever,” and Heechul breathed an airy sort of laugh that wasn’t born from amusement. 

“Well, I guess we have more in common than we thought.” He looked at you, took your hand, and said, “I guess when it ends—” he gasped and amended— “ah, I don’t want to think about that, so let’s say if— if it ends, I’ll be able to look back and know that I loved someone truly beautiful.” 

Heechul’s face burned when you said, “I don’t think that’s so important.” Lacing your fingers through his when he tried to pull away, you supposed, “That’s not as important as knowing that you were loved by someone who knows you are truly beautiful.”

Moments passed in silence, with the two of you looking at each other. 

“You need to let go,” Heechul whispered, “because if you don’t, I’m going to kiss you again.” 

“I’m not going to let you go.” 

This time, you crossed the distance and caught his lips with yours. This time, the kiss lasted long enough for you to memorize the feeling of Heechul’s cool breath against your skin, the feeling of his one hand squeezing yours while the other moved to cup your cheek. This time, you knew that you would never catch your breath again, and you didn’t mind.

. . . 

“Nice lipstick, Heechul.” AJ smirked on the walk back to the restaurant. “I’m sure Y/N’s parents are really gonna love how it compliments your complexion.” 

Heechul smiled even as he reached up to wipe at his lips and cheeks. You blushed, realizing that he hadn’t stopped smiling like that since your second kiss. 

AJ squealed, “Ah! He’s so damn happy he got kissed on the beach, he doesn’t care if he gets scolded by the ’rents!”

“The ’rents?” You rolled your eyes at AJ’s vocabulary while straining to remove the red stains from Heechul’s face. “What kind of— Heechul, stop pushing me away!”

“I like my kiss marks!” He shrieked before lifting you off the ground, arms secured around your waist, and peppering your face with light kisses. 

“Children!” AJ playfully scolded, cupping her hands around her mouth like a megaphone. “Behave!”

You couldn’t help but laugh as a sharp breeze blew Heechul’s hair against your face. Cursing, he set you back onto your feet and set to combing through his hair. He was too focused on making his hair presentable to distract you from wiping at his face with a towel from the beach bag. 

“My dad won’t like them,” you reasoned to his childish pout. “You don’t want him to make us break up so soon, do you?”

“Obviously not,” Heechul grumbled as you fished his red button-down shirt out of the bag. 

Tossing the short at him, you ordered, “Put this on, then—”

Smirking, he jested, “That’s not usually how these things go. You’re asking me to put my clothes on?”

“— Nobody is gonna react well if you walk into the restaurant shirtless,” you concluded, gaze stern in response to his perversion. 

AJ observed, wiggling her eyebrows at you, “You don’t seem to mind the sight so much,” and Heechul joined her in laughing at your spreading blush. 

Their laughter didn’t die until the three of you walked into the restaurant and met with your father’s disappointed scowl behind the host’s podium. “Where have you been?”

Although his gaze was fixed solely on you— your breath gasped past your lips and, in your shame, you dropped the bag onto the floor— AJ answered your father as Heechul knelt to stuff the escaped towels back into the bag. “Auntie said that as long as we were back by 7—” 

AJ fell silent as your father eyed her sharply. He turned his attention to Heechul, who stood up straight while holding the bag’s strap. Fearing that your father could somehow see the lipstick stains you had meticulously scrubbed, you shrank. 

“Where have you been, Heechul?” Your father asked. “Weren’t you scheduled to work until closing?”

Shifting from one foot to another, Heechul started, “I—”

You would never hear his response. Your mom walked out of the kitchen carrying a birthday cake and smiled as she asked, “So, kids, how was the beach? Heechul, AJ didn’t act up too badly, did she?” 

Apparently, it didn’t matter much (or at all) to your father that your mom had given the three of you permission— encouragement— to go to the beach. Pinching at the bridge of his nose, he said flatly, “AJ, I’m used to you being a bad influence—” 

Rather than listening to your father’s scolding and crumbling under the weight of his disappointment, AJ rolled her eyes and stormed past you and Heechul, who were frozen stiff, to help your mom set the table. 

“— but Heechul, I expect better from you considering your circumstances. You have a lot to prove.” 

Heechul’s circumstances? 

You glanced at Heechul for some kind of explanation, knowing well that this wasn’t any time to talk, but he had fixed his gaze down at his dull black shoes. The circumstances— whatever they were— must have been dire, judging by the dark maroon that colored Heechul’s entire face. 

“And Y/N—” your father’s stern tone faltered when you looked away from Heechul to meet his stare with tear-filled eyes. Quietly, he asked as if he truly couldn’t understand why you would want to do something fun for your birthday, “You were supposed to be studying— don’t you care about your future at all?”

“Alright!” Your mom slammed the plates down on the table, stormed toward the conflict, and you were thankful that the restaurant closed early; at least nobody else would have to witness your humiliation. “Don’t start saying things like that! Your daughter slaves away in that corner booth every day of every week, and I don’t want her to become one of those zombie kids who don’t know how to crack a smile, so I sent her to the beach with AJ and Heechul because she likes them. She deserves to spend time with people she likes—”

It wasn’t often that your mother lost her temper, but it was never a pretty sight. She was so loud, and your father was so distracted by her wagging finger, that they didn’t notice you slip out the door. 

Nobody would have seen you lower your head as your threw your back against the building’s rough brick exterior had Heechul not followed you outside wearing an expression of genuine concern. 

“Are you okay?” He leaned against the wall too, and reached for your hand that was much colder in the moonlight outside your parents’ restaurant than it had been under the beach’s sun. 

You nodded and wiped at your tears with your available hand. “Yeah. Dad will apologize for being so strict after you and AJ go home. He’ll be proud of me for studying in that corner booth hours before the restaurant opens, and— and—”

“It’s okay to be upset.” Heechul offered, “If it means he’ll apologize sooner, I’ll go home—”

“I don’t want you to go home,” you blurted. Thinking that Heechul would tease you, a hand automatically clamped over your mouth. 

He didn’t laugh at you, though. A kind, gentle sort of smile curved his lips as he agreed, “Okay. I won’t go home then.” You nodded gratefully, and he promised, “I’ll wait out here with you until you’re ready to go back inside.” 

And he waited patiently. 

It turned out that Heechul really did have a motorcycle. On days when the sun shone brightly through the morning clouds, he used it to drive you to school and to pick you up during his break or on his way to start his shift at the restaurant. A far sweeter boyfriend than you dreamed was possible, he always pressed a soft kiss to your forehead and fastened your helmet before every ride. 

On overcast days when rain threatened to fall from gray morning clouds, Heechul drove you to and from school in his car. Although meticulously cleaned and well functioning, the car wasn’t exactly new. 

Upon entering it for the first time, you joked, “So your little sales pitch to the ladies at the restaurant— ya know, ‘buy today’s special, help me earn money, and I’ll drive you around town in a new convertible—’”

Heechul, who had been resisting laughter since you started to mimic his voice, interrupted with a wink. “Those were empty promises, baby. I only ever had eyes for you.” 

“Right. Of course.”

You couldn’t quite understand how Heechul could be so indifferent to all of the girls, many of whom were devastatingly gorgeous, but you believed him when he called those interactions mindless flirting. After all, that was all it had been to those girls— non-committal conversations with one of the prettiest boys they had ever seen. 

Moments passed in relative silence. The only noise was the drumming of Heechul’s fingers against the steering wheel until you asked, “What time do you have to work today?” 

That was how your conversations went when you weren’t busy making fun of each other. Although it didn’t affect him, Heechul would ask about the tests you had scheduled for the day. Although it didn’t affect you, you would ask about his work schedule. It was just nice to express an interest in each other’s day, even if you wouldn’t be there for most of the moments. 

“I’m off today.” 

You gawked at him. “You don’t have to go in at all?” You couldn’t remember the last time Heechul hadn’t worked at the restaurant for at least a few hours. 

“Baby,” Heechul laughed, bringing his eyes away from the road for a split second to look at you. “That’s what it means to be off.”

As always, you rolled your eyes in instances like these when Heechul pretended to be much smarter than you. “Don’t be a butt.” He chuckled at your weak insult. “I’m just surprised that you woke up early to drive me to school when you could have slept in. I can take the bus when you’re unavailable, you know. That’s what I’ve done for years.”

Granted, you embraced Heechul’s role in your morning routine, and your day wouldn’t start nearly as happily without him, but you didn’t want to be selfish with his time. 

“But I’m not unavailable,” Heechul argued, shutting the radio off when a song he didn’t like played through the speakers. “I enjoy our morning chats, so you’ll just have to get used to the passenger seat, alright?”

You adopted the tired tone he usually used when groaning, “Whatever,” before offering your sincere thanks. 

Instantly, he replied, “You’re welcome,” and you smiled because he no longer squirmed when you spoke to him in genuine admiration. 

As he pulled into the parking lot of your school, bringing the car close to the building so you wouldn’t have to walk far in the rain, you looked at him with a pout. 

“Ah damn,” Heechul sighed, working a hand through his hair as he took in your expression. “What do you want?”

“Let’s play hooky!” You suggested just to see how he might react. 

Heechul snorted. “I’m out of school for the summer, so I’m not pulling some delinquent stunt by driving out of this parking lot. He raised an eyebrow at you. “You, however—”

“Come on, Heechul, pretty please?” Bringing your hands together, you poked your bottom lip out. “I’m just a few weeks away from graduating, and I’ve never skipped a single day.” 

“Your father is never going to approve of me if I aid and abet in your first act of truancy, Y/N,” Heechul deadpanned, shaking his head. “I’ve made a lot of progress during the family dinners, and I’m not about to see all my hard work and good manners go to waste just because you look at me like that with your pretty eyes.” 

Your effort to skip school had been half-hearted at best, so you forfeited the fight almost as soon as it started. Zipping your backpack, you huffed, “Fine, fine,” biting back your amusement that, for once, he was being the responsible one. “I’ll see you later.”

“So you’re going to leave without giving me a kiss just because I’m not giving you your way?” 

That hadn’t been your reasoning at all, but when you turned to face him, hand on the door handle, and saw that Heechul’s lips were puckered disappointedly, you shrugged. Your only motive to play along with his narrative was your amusement with Heechul’s frustration. 

“That’s really childish.” Very rich coming from the king of childish behavior.

You shrugged again, and Heechul asked, “Where would we even go if you didn’t go to class?” He carefully phrased the question as a hypothetical, but you understood that he was giving in. 

Settling back into your seat, you chewed on your cheek. Because the rain was falling in full force now— pounding against the roof of Heechul’s car and sliding down the windows— the park, beach, and nearby outdoor shopping center wouldn’t be too fun. What was even open at that hour? 

Remembering that on an earlier car ride, Heechul mentioned that he was renting an apartment just a few miles from your school, you suggested, “Your place?”

“Wow.” Heechul chuckled at your nerve. “There you go again, being all bold like I can resist you.” 

“There you go, being a pervert again,” you squirmed when he smirked at your suggestion. He probably wouldn’t notice the blush rising beneath your makeup, but you turned to face out the window anyway. “It’s not dirty unless you make it dirty, Heechul.” 

“Do you want me to?” He reached across the center console to poke at your ribs like an annoying child. As you reached again for the door handle, he blurted, “Sorry, sorry! I won’t make it dirty if you really want to visit my place.” 

You skeptically narrowed your eyes at him, reluctantly leaning back in your seat. “Promise?” 

Heechul promised, and once you buckled your seatbelt, he drove away. His only condition for allowing you to skip school was that you text your mother to tell her where you were, preparing for the likelihood that the school may call home to report your absence— he didn’t want to worry her. 

“Call me crazy,” he said, “but I feel like your mom will be overjoyed that you’re doing a normal teenager thing for once.” 

“You are crazy,” you teased, giggling when he rolled his eyes, “but not because of that. While Dad has always been worried about me growing into a successful adult, I think Mom has been worried that I was never really a happy kid.” 

Casually, as if the question weren’t deeply personal, he asked, “Were you? Were you a happy kid?”

Why couldn’t you answer straight away?

In all honesty, you couldn’t remember laughing as much in your entire life as you had in the last month with Heechul. You couldn’t remember the last time you looked up from your textbooks before that day he sat across from you and ripped your magazine. 

Maybe it wasn’t so much that you were unhappy before Heechul’s smile became the highlight of your day. Maybe you just hadn’t known before that happiness could be a priority. 

Heechul pulled you out of your thoughts by calling your name as he opened your door. Offering his hand, he wondered, “What are you thinking?”

All you could think was, “I love you, I love you, I love you,” the feeling magnified by his touch, but that hardly seemed like the right thing to say when Heechul led you into his spotless all-white apartment, out of the rain. 

“Doesn’t it stress you out?” You asked as you anxiously eased onto the red couch at his urging. “Living in a place like this, I mean. I would be afraid I would spill something or somehow ruin the pretty white paint.”  

After kicking your shoes off, you pulled your socked feet onto the couch, afraid of soiling the shiny white floor that appeared untrodden. 

Heechul said, laughing at your behavior, “You can’t be afraid of making your mark on the world.”

Taking that as encouragement to follow him into some other room, you leaped off the couch. Heechul almost collided with you when he turned out of the room, clutching a guitar in hand. 

“Wow,” he grinned despite his promise not to make things weird. “If you’re so eager to come into my room, come on ahead.” He pushed the door open, probably expecting you to run, blushing, back into the living room. 

Driven by curiosity and a desire to surprise Heechul, you walked past him into a white bedroom covered with posters, housing guitars— electric and acoustic— and lined with bookshelves. Upon closer inspection, however, you realized that the shelves weren’t filled with books; they were overflowing with alphabetized CDs ranging from all languages, all genres, all decades.

Apparently unable to stand the silence, Heechul remarked, “I just re-organized those. I change it up a lot. This time it’s alphabetical order, but I’ve tried organizing them by genre, release date, language— oh—” 

When you turned to face him, he was sitting with his back against the headboard and blushing. Sometimes, like when he chewed his lips to cope with mild embarrassment, Heechul was adorable. 

“Oops.” He mirrored your smile when you sat on the foot of his bed. “I’m rambling.”

“Did you write me a song?” You folded your hands in your lap as you teased, “You know, like how you used to promise those girls—”

Throwing his head back, Heechul groaned, “This again!” He couldn’t dampen the bright smile that illuminated his face when you giggled at his reaction. “I don’t write songs about other girls! Only about you!”

Assuming that he was joking as usual, you disregarded that remark until he started strumming on the strings and filled the air with his gentle hum. Heechul sang often in the car, and you often complimented his talent, but there was a softer quality in his voice now. 

Why was his voice so different? Was it because you were in his room, whose atmosphere was somehow different— almost forbidden— from his car’s atmosphere? Was it because his voice was accompanied by a dulcet acoustic guitar rather than the full hard rock ensemble he sang along to in the car? 

Maybe Heechul sensed your questions, and maybe he wanted to give you some answers. “I haven’t written the lyrics yet. Or maybe I have, and I’m just too embarrassed to sing them while you’re looking at me like that—” 

Like what? Like there had never been anybody so beautiful in the history of mankind? Like he held your heart in the palm of his hand (and probably didn’t even realize it)? Like you wanted to admire him for the rest of time? 

“— but I kind of thought it would be nice— like something romantic from one of your magazines— to tell you that I love you with a song, but—”

Heechul paused again as if you weren’t leaning in to his every word. His strumming ceased as he looked up from the guitar to gauge your reaction. Once satisfied by your sharp gasp, he continued, “But you know I can’t ever really stick with a plan. I see you, and I get so excited that I can’t just think to myself that I love you. I have to tell you.” 

He set the guitar down on the floor, crawled to your side of the bed. Balancing on his knees and maintaining a small distance between your faces that instantly flooded your senses with memories of your first cherry flavored kiss on the beach, he breathed, “I love you.” 

Then, as if to spare you the burden of having to return the three simple words, Heechul brushed his lips against yours. 

Not too long ago, Heechul would have tried to debate when you breathlessly responded, “I love you too.” He would have said something like “Why are you saying that? You can’t just say that you love me because I said it first.” 

Your feelings must have been obvious from the expression he admired on your face when he broke the kiss; Heechul’s only response was a smile as he pulled your body against his.

. . . 

“He really likes you,” AJ said over the phone when she called to congratulate you on graduating. 

Applying the last touches of your makeup, you agreed. “I know.” 

Your father decided that the best way to celebrate your graduation and acceptance into an online summer college program was to host a small party. Beaming too radiantly at your achievements to cling to his disapproval of your boyfriend, he had said, “You can even invite Heechul!” as if Heechul didn’t work at the restaurant where the party would be hosted. Still, you smiled at your father’s effort to encourage your happiness.

Maybe it was silly to put so much effort into your appearance when Heechul considered you beautiful during all those days when you didn’t bother wearing makeup, but maybe you weren’t dressing up to impress him. Maybe you were trying to demonstrate with your appearance some transformation that occurred over the past few months; after all, your magazines called fashion a form of self-expression. 

AJ teased, her smirk almost audible, “I bet you’re doing that adorable thing where you smile down at the ground, just lost in the thought of him.” 

AJ was right about one thing: you were smiling, but not at the ground. You smiled as you met your bright eyes in the mirror. 

“Of course, I don’t blame you or anything. He really likes you,” she repeated, and you almost wanted to brag that he loves you, but that seemed too special to share over a phone call. That detail needed to be reserved for an in-person conversation (or at least a FaceTime chat).

She continued, “You barged into his bedroom, and nothing scandalous happened? That’s true love.” 

Or maybe, you thought, smile fading, Heechul just didn’t think about you like that. 

It was ironic. AJ (the self-proclaimed wild child always searching for a fling) admired the lack of physical intimacy in your relationship while you (the lifelong good girl who found love without looking)  frowned. 

Why were you upset, though? Did you genuinely crave that kind of connection with Heechul? Wasn’t it enough— more than enough— beautiful— that he loved you? Was this knotting in your stomach just the latest manifestation of your fear that, maybe, his attraction to you was limited? 

You couldn’t understand, and that confusion about your own feelings deepened the frown lines around your cherry red lips. 

Calling your name, AJ asked, “Are you still there?”

“Sorry.” Although nobody was there to see it, you forced a smile as you swept your makeup into a drawer. “I have to go, AJ. All this talking about Heechul has made me lose track of time.” You hoped that by distracting her with a joke at your own expense, she wouldn’t be able to imagine your sudden discomfort. 

Too consumed by your spiraling thoughts on the short walk from your family’s home into the restaurant, you didn’t see him coming until he had you pinned against the cold, hard floor. Before you ever looked at him, you felt Heechul’s heart thundering against your chest. 

He grinned, reaching up to pick pieces of crushed taco shell out of your hair. Apparently in no rush to stand despite the stares and laughter of party guests— comprised mostly of family members and your parents’ friends— Heechul traced the outline of your lips with his thumb. “Hey.” 

“Hey.” You were just about to hiss for him to get off, heat rising to your cheeks at his close proximity, when you made the mistake of looking into his eyes. 

On the bright side, looking at him— loving him— distracted you from the burning embarrassment of having fallen in a restaurant full of people. You probably would have laid there, heart racing, staring at Heechul for hours if he hadn’t suddenly jumped up. 

As if realizing at once that the people closest to you (and your family) were watching, Heechul dropped the tray he had been carrying onto an empty table and offered both hands to help you off of the ground. 

The restaurant wasn’t entirely closed to the public— your father probably determined that he couldn’t afford to miss a day of profit. A table full of girls clad in brightly colored bikini tops giggled when Heechul pulled you past them to the back of the restaurant. 

Stupidly, as if you couldn’t read the sign that marked the ladies’ restroom, you whispered, “Where are we going?”

“You have lettuce and tomato and beef all in your hair,” Heechul explained as he led you into the restroom. He ushered for you to sit atop the bathroom counter. “And that’s my fault, so—”

“You can’t be in here!” As if transforming into your mother, you wagged your finger as you scolded him. “What if somebody—”

“Look at us. Anyone who walks in here and thinks it’s a little suspicious that the waiter and the owners’ daughter are alone in the women’s restroom, they’ll quickly realize that this is some kind of emergency.” Heechul spun you around to face your reflection. Both of you were covered head to toe, as he said, in lettuce, tomato, beef, and whatever else Chef Leeteuk piled onto the tray.

Having only soiled his apron— which, technically, was made to be dirtied— Heechul frowned only when he noticed your frown in the mirror. 

“Hey.” Heechul turned you to face him before he lifted you onto the counter. “I’m sorry.” He ripped a paper towel from its dispenser, ran it under the water faucet, and wiped at some sauce staining your cheek. “I’m sorry if I hurt you.” 

Stirred by the guilt flooding his eyes, you didn’t hesitate to explain, “I’m not hurt. I’m just— I know you probably think this kind of thing is stupid— but I spent a long time getting dressed, and—”

Heechul followed your gaze down to your white dress that had been stained by the food. “Shit. I’m sorry—” He moved to wipe at the stain, but faltered once he realized that it covered the majority of your chest. Tossing the paper towel onto the counter, he repeated, “I’m really sorry. It’s not stupid that you dressed up for your graduation party; it’s stupid that I ran into you with a tray full of tacos. I’m sorry.” 

“It’s okay,” you responded to each of Heechul’s apologies, but he didn’t seem to hear you. 

“I know this won’t be nearly as pretty as your dress—” Heechul looked you over again and cast his eyes up to the ceiling as he hissed, “Damn it, you really dressed nice. You still look pretty post-incident, so I know you looked drop dead gorgeous when you walked in. And I barely even got to see it before I tackled you.” 

“Heechul.” To make him hear, you had to hold his face in your hands. His cheeks scalded your palms. “It’s okay. I’m okay. Yeah, this dress is probably ruined—” he groaned— “but it’s not the end of the world. This is one of those one time dresses, anyway. It’s fine. Really,” you said to his skeptical expression, “it’s fine.”

Unconvinced, Heechul shook his head before catching your lips with his. Maybe he thought the sweet act of affection would lessen his guilt. Maybe he wanted to gauge whether you were truly upset by your response to his kiss. 

Maybe he was satisfied by the urgency with which you drew him closer, forgetting (or not caring) that the food still sticking to his apron would further taint your dress. Maybe he was smiling into the kiss until, without warning, your hands gathered the fabric over his chest and shoved him away. 

“What’s wrong?” Heechul asked so often that the words rolled off his tongue without much thought. He gave you that look— brows furrowing and eyes twinkling with curiosity— that always preceded his request for you to trust him with your deepest thoughts. 

“We can’t do this here.” 

“What?” Heechul quirked his head at you, hair falling from his ponytail holder to fall into his eyes. “Kiss?”

You nodded, and he kissed— the frustrating tight-lipped pecks that were ending and beginning again before you could react— your lips again and again until you gathered the strength to push him away. 

“We are in a public restroom, Heechul,” you reminded him between pants, “and we are in my parents’ restaurant, and—” 

“I promise I’m not just being an insatiable pervert.” Heechul retied his ponytail before saying, “I know when you’re embarrassed. You’ve been blushing since those stupid girls laughed at us—”

Us, Heechul said, but they had been laughing at you. Knowing that Heechul wouldn’t want to hear that— explaining that would send him out to their table to harshly deliver a piece of his mind— you bit your tongue. 

“— and I would just rather think that you’re blushing because I kissed you over and over again— not because I ran into you with a tray of tacos like an idiot.” 

Again, like every other day of knowing him, you were struck by the realization, “You’re nice, Heechul.” Sometimes, because he teased you so much, that fact was easy to forget; rediscovering it every day was a joy, though. 

“Only to you,” he conditioned before kissing you. “Oh— like I was trying to say earlier before I got distracted— I know that this isn’t anywhere near being as pretty as your dress—” He frowned, tracing his fingers along the ruined fabric— “but I brought clothes to change into after my shift, before I joined your party. They probably won’t fit you right, but—”

“Heechul,” you wiggled your eyebrows teasingly, “was this all an elaborate scheme to get me out of my clothes?”

Because he was honestly trying to atone for his actions, Heechul wasn’t prepared for your playfulness to strike at that exact moment. His face turned beet red, and he stuttered, “No— I— no—” 

“If you wanted me to take my dress off,” you jumped off of the counter and reached for the zipper, biting back laughter, “all you had to do was ask.” 

Heechul kept his eyes fixed on yours, either trying to call your bluff or daring you to follow through. When you started to tug on the zipper, however, he clapped a hand over his eyes and whined, “We can’t do this here! We’re in a public restroom, and we’re in your parents’ restaurant!”

Once you doubled over laughing, he dropped his hand, wheezing, “Aish, everything’s a joke with you, huh?” 

Thoroughly unashamed— proud, even— you nodded your head. “A funny joke!”

“You win this round, baby,” Heechul warned, “but watch out.” He brushed his lips against your forehead before walking out of the restroom, you assumed, to retrieve the clothes he offered. 

Leaning against a stall door, you passed the time as you always did when Heechul wasn’t by your side: by imagining the next time you would get lost in his eyes.

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Home Again - Heechul

A/N: For a lovely anon. I am very grateful that you have requested again and hope you like this story too. Reader is not Korean, but other than that I’ve left it vague

Living in Korea so far from your family was hard for you at times, and Heechul tried his best to be understanding of this. It was difficult, however, when the two people you spoke about most were male. He knew it was stupid to be jealous of these guys he had never met but when you mentioned they would be there when you finally took him to meet your family, he couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable about it.

He didn't voice any of this too you though, as he could see how excited you were about going home, and even more so that you got to take your boyfriend with you.

When you arrived your parents greeted you at the door, you gave them each a tight hug, before introducing Heechul to them. As your father took the bags up to your room, which they kept for anytime you came back to visit, you turned to your mother.

"Where are my boys?" you asked, jumping on the spot with excitement.

"In the living room," she told you with a smile.

You quickly pulled the door open, only to be attacked with love and affection from your two family dogs. Kneeling down in front of them you made a fuss as they proceeded to lick any part of you they could.

Heechul couldn't help but chuckle, as he realised that all this time, you hadn't been talking about human friends, but your dogs.

"I think those two are the only reason she comes home," your mum told Heechul. "Honestly, I think she loves the dogs more than us."

"I think she loves the dogs more than me, too," he agreed, trying his best to keep up with your native language which you had been slowly teaching him.

"If we're on a video call with her, the first thing she's asks is if she can see her boys," your mum continued to call you out.

"I can hear you, you know?" you scolded, before standing and returning to your boyfriends side.

"She's only telling me what I already know, they are all you talk about," Heechul pointed out, falling back into Korean when addressing you.

"I'm starting to think this language barrier is going to be a good thing," you told him. "Otherwise, you two are just going to try and embarrass me."

"Only because we love you," he laughed, kissing you sweetly on the cheek.

"Even when I can't understand you, I can see how good you are together," your mum commented. "Go and make yourselves comfortable, and I'll get some drinks and snacks together."

You led Heechul to the living room settling down on the sofa and finally formally introduced him to your dogs.

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