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[toghomevideo]

[foldingfittedsheets]

It is insane to me that timestamps are optional on this webbed site. A major context clue is just opt in so I’ll reblog something from four years ago and people think it’s happening right just now like babe. Enable your timestamps. Why are you stumbling through the world with one eye closed?

[forgottenflickr]

“Blabby” 2007

[insandriumheart]

༺2005༻

[joyoushyuck]

06:23

Donghyuck is still sleeping when you wake up.

He looks peaceful, you think. Not a common sight, you'd even call his sleeping form the eighth wonder because a conscious Donghyuck is never calm. His cheeks are puffy, lips set in a cute pout, hair a royal mess. You thread your fingers through his unruly strands in an attempt to tame them.

Donghyuck's hand is loosely thrown around your waist but you know you couldn't wiggle out of it even if you tried. Not that you want to; it's cozier this way with his legs thrown over yours and body moulded perfectly to fit against your curves.

A few stray rays of light escape through your curtains, forming a magical halo around Donghyuck's face, giving it the softest of glows. Your finger traces his many moles. He looks ethereal like this. You feel an overwhelming amount of love for this man.

You want to protect him, even though the love bites painting his bare torso, the medusa tattoo just above his waist band and his toned biceps don't call for any protection. If anything, your frangible heart is the only thing that requires a lee from the whirlwind that is your boyfriend.

"You're staring babe," and you jump, heart thudding loud and so-not-proud against your chest. The room seems hotter than it was a moment ago, the peaceful ambience destroyed by his usual playfulness. He cracks an eye open and shoots a complacent smirk in your general direction.

"You don't have to scare me like that, you creep!" You huff, embarassed to face him. You try to get out of his hold; an impossible feat because he works out and you don't. So you take refuge among the fulffiness of the many pillows thrown over your bed.

"Says the one who was staring at me," is his smug reply, which earns a slap on his toned chest. Again, he's hardly affected by it. Atleast he has the decency to pretend it hurts.

Your breathing is still audibly heavy from the shock. He runs a placating hand on your back as a quiet apology. "Good morning," he mumbles, nuzzling his nose into your hair.

"Too late for that, don't you think," you spit in lieu of a reply, no real bite in your words. He chuckles, the sound arising from what you can only imagine to be the deepest parts of him, so low, so attractive, so domestic.

He kisses your hair with an obnoxiously loud smack and then giggles like a teenage girl because he's silly like that. Silly and annoying and so, so cute, his existence stimulates your most primal urges; you love him so much your chest hurts.

And you aren't scared to let him know what he does to you. "I love you." It's out of blue, and most definitely not a regular happening. You feel him stiffen, breath catching in his throat and heart beating infinitely faster. The playfulness drains out of him, leaving a sincere man who loves you with his entire being.

His hand on your waist pulls you closer. He kisses you properly this time, lips moving against yours slowly, like he wants to savour this moment as much as you do. When you break the kiss, he rests his forehead on yours, a hand holding your cheek carefully like you are delicate china. Precious. His.

"Me too," he says breathily. Donghyuck is looking at you - your eyes, nose, lips - searching your face. And when he finds what he's looking for, "I love you too, my pretty baby. So, so, so much."

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[photoboothkisses]

8:25 PM

Your laughter rang throughout Hamzah’s apartment as the two of you were playing-fighting in the living room. This all started when he doubted you could win a fight against him especially of someone of his build. He has been teasing you all night and you were determined to show him otherwise.

In a flash you were able to flip him on to the sofa, straddle his waist and have his hands pinned down above his head. Hamzah’s eyes widened in surprise, clearly not expecting you to be this strong. "Don’t forget, I have a sleeper build," you teased, while flexing your arm muscles with a satisfactory smirk plastered on your face.

He blinked up at you with his mouth agape, the blush on his cheeks deepening as he processed the position you were in. That’s when you felt it—his body responding to the close proximity getting hard underneath you. The realisation makes the blood rush to your cheeks.

"Hamzah!" You gasped punching his arm playfully, "Really?" You teased while your cheeks were on fire.

Hamzah chuckled at your embarrassment but his laughter faded as you leaned down, pressing feather-light kisses along his jawline to his neck, finally sealing his lips in a hard, passionate kiss.

He was taken back by your boldness, in contrast to your usual shy nature. He groaned against your mouth, his hands instinctively finding your hips pulling you even closer as the kiss deepened.

You both became extremely absorbed in the moment, your hands tangled in his hair, pulling at the ends as his lips moved hungrily against yours, the passion builds up between you with each passing second. Suddenly, you feel his hands traveling to your ass, slipping under your pants and underwear to give your flesh a squeeze making you whine into his mouth. You sense the sly smirk playing on his lips. As he teases you, you begin grinding against his clothed erection, causing him to let out beautiful whimpers.

Just as things were heating up, neither of you realise Martin walking in, his voice filling the room.

"Oh, come on! Again?" he exclaimed, playfully covering his eyes with one hand.

You both break the kiss immediately as you scrambled off Hamzah, both of you now on your feet blushing furiously as Martin peeked through his fingers with a teasing grin. "You guys really need to get a room."

Hamzah groaned, rubbing the back of his neck, still flustered. "Damn, I forgot you were stopping by—"

"We were in a room, what are you talking about?" you playfully whined.

Martin just laughed, backing out of the room with a smirk. "I’ll leave you lovebirds to it."

While he disappears down the hallway you end up locking eyes with Hamzah biting your lip moving closer to him, you cupped his jaw with your hand and whispered, "Let’s finish what we started but in the bedroom." You kissed his neck, and he blushed as you began dragging him towards the bedroom. What followed was a night filled with passion for both of you.

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[skullvgirl]

— 10:10 AM { s.nagi }

nagi isnt stupid. he knows most of the times he can be annoying and its why is doesnt actually have any friends however he isnt stupid, dense and lazy at times sure but not stupid.

knowing this, you think he'd realize when someone's flirting with him no? wrongggg.

apparently not because to him, breakfast with you is just another day. lunch and dinner together is just as friends.

but lets be real.

he's in denial.

denial that someone so beautiful, someone like you would ever even be remotely interested in him. and not in a bad way, his self esteem isn't absolutely dogshit in that sense but it's more like...why?

i mean lets be honest here. nagi isnt the eaisest person to work with. everything to him is boring, everyone is such a hassle.

but you?

i mean come on, he cant find you as bothersome as everything else if he's here everytime you ask him too join you for lunch or any other fun activity. nagi won't admit yet, but your definitely not a bother, hes havimg even more fun than he does when playing soccer.

his heart can start pumping at just the sight if you, contrary too soccer ehich takes at least a few minutes too get him worked up.

he loves it, he hates itz. he doesn't know what to do with it, for now he thinks he'll keep seeing your for breakfast though. 10:10 every Wednesday, just before your shift too see that mesmerizing smile and that intoxicating voice.

nagi isnt stupid, he promises he isnt

[rockstarhaechan]

7:14 am

"no stop, please junnie" laughter was heard through the whole entire house, birds singing melodic sounds outside of your window, sun shining into your face.

"get back here I'm not finished yet" renjun's voice echoed in your ears as you tried to escape his grip but he wasn't letting you go. hands wrapped around your ankles, gently pulling you back to him so he could tickle you even more.

"renjun.. stop, i-i can't breathe, god" you giggled out as his soft hands dug into your waist dragging you onto his lap, one of his hands working their way up to your hair and pushed a strand of hair out of your face.

"good morning princess, how was your sleep?" you get lost in his beauty each time he stares down at you, his puppy like eyes, soft skin, the way he smells like. he was just perfect in your eyes.

"my sleep was good, but you snored again" a fake pout plastered on your face before you started grinning.

"i don't snore, its your imagination darling" renjun chuckled at your declaration knowing damn well that he snores in his sleep. you scoffed while placing a small kiss on his cheek before getting off of his lap.

"I'm gonna take a shower and then make breakfast, I'll call you when you can come into the kitchen, i love you" you blurred out as you kissed his lips before heading into the bathroom.

"i love you so much more, i can't even explain it in words, but you're my world darling." renjun whispered, knowing you wont hear him anymore.

[perpetuallydaydreaming]

12:01 am

tags: james potter x reader, cockwarming, smut

i can’t find the time to properly write this but i keep thinking of james - who can’t keep still enough to study for the upcoming exams - procrastinating and unmotivated. the only way you could really get him to focus is by sitting on his cock. he’d whine and beg and rut up to your pussy trying to chase his release— holding you tight by the waist, not even holding his quill anymore or reading, like he was supposed to. his head buried into your neck, licking and biting, and then groaning near your ear with warm puffs as he pants please baby, please and i’ll be good for you and fuck, you feel so good and so fucking tight but you don’t move, you don’t give in, even if you desperately wanted to — this was for his own good. and once he’d finally settle, accepting you won’t give in, and started to actually put in the effort, you’d squeeze him or you’d slowly pump his cock as a reward for every right answer.

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

15:30 ー GOJOU SATORU. i like you best when you're annoying me.

saying you hated gojou satoru would be overexaggerating. no, a more accurate sentiment would be dislike.

you can respect gojou satoru.

you can even, at your most awake, tolerate him.

but he was most certainly a thorn in your side for the better part of your knowing each other the past three years. he was an annoyance, an arrogant one. but you suppose if your birth had literally shaken up the world of jujutsu as the world knew it, you'd probably have the attitude to match yourself. but your birth hadn't shaken up the world of jujutsu and your disposition matched it as one of the blessed average sorcerers forced to watch your cocky classmate be bestowed the title "the strongest".

he was obnoxious,

loud,

and quite frankly, not as charming as he believed himself to be though the amount of people who get wrapped into his whims might argue against you.

but this gojou satoru, the one sitting on the steps of jujutsu tech quietly and alone is a sight too strange for you to adjust to. you'd seen him once a year before after the disaster that was the star plasma vessel mission he'd failed. somehow, this satoru was even more depressed than that.

it had been no business of yours that suguru had seemed out of it lately. you hadn't really been friends with any of the other three people in your class, preferring company elsewhere in the school. satoru's friends were his friends and yours were yours. but to the one of the trio who'd been definitively closest to the defector of your entire organization, you supposed for satoru that hit even more than the loss of amanai riko.

so despite wanting to quietly walk by and leaving the boy to his thoughts, you somehow find yourself giving a light kick to his infinity and drawing his attention.

"did you want something?" satoru peers at you from his lowered shades.

"was just checking to see if i'd finally nail you with a kick before i head off to enoshima," you shrug. "looks like it's not my lucky day after all."

"nope, sorry, i'm a master now," satoru's smiling but it isn't reaching his eyes. you weren't a fan of his eyes despite loving the color blue. you'd sooner tell him to get a pair of brown contacts if he ever took his sunglasses off, you vaguely remember telling him that once as first years. you decide you hate the color of his eyes that are swamped in depression and sadness even more. "it'll take a lot more than that to throw me off my game."

dull eyes, eyebags and with faked bravado he's probably hoping you won't comment on.

you pinch the bridge of your nose with a sigh. i'm no match for someone who looks like a kicked puppy. "look, we're not friends," you start rest your hands on your hips as satoru's expression morphs from surprised to unamused. "i can barely stand you on the best of the days and on the worst i pray a bus stronger than your infinity will hit you. if i knew that coming in when i did would result in the two of us being in the same class for three years, i would have gone to kyoto or asked my parents to hold me back a year."

"geez, thanks, [first], i appreciate the warm words," satoru grumbles, decidedly bored of the conversation as he rested his chin on his palm once more.

"you're a loudmouth, you're rude, your eyes are a shade of blue i somehow can't stand and i'm pretty sure you're starting to tune me out," no surprise there. your words weren't exactly the warmest or the nicest. "my point is," you consider flicking him, but you keep your hands where you've left them when you remember infinity. "i like you best when you're annoying me. you being quiet and gloomy throws me off, so go back to being annoying."

when you've had enough of him staring at you as if you've suddenly grown a third head, you walk past him. "that's all i wanted to say," you mutter with more than a hint of finality as you walk past your special-grade classmate feeling as if your back was burning. he really does need brown contacts, you think with a huff. i'll tell shoko to cheer him up or something.

"[first]!" when you look over your shoulder, he's waving and the grin on his face looks a tad more real than the one he gave you a few moments ago. "when you get back from enoshima, i'll be as annoying as you want!"

you can't help a small smile of your own, "don't hurt yourself while you're doing it," you give a two-fingered salute back.

i should have just ignored him. if i knew he was gonna make me do this when i got back, i would have just ignored him.

"gojou, when i said i wanted you to go back to annoying me, this isn't what i meant," your eye is twitching as satoru throws an arm over your shoulder with a beam. he isn't using his infinity, that's good. you hope he keeps it off long enough for you to throw something at his face.

him roping you into helping him move his things into a new apartment after graduation was one thing; satoru roping you into his new venture into parenthood was an entirely different beast.

"come on, [first], don't you wanna be co-parents with me?" satoru laughs at your scowl. "we're partners!"

"no, i don't," you tell him pointedly and yet somehow you're still grabbing ingredients to make enough for four people and then some. "we're barely even fri-

satoru blinks at you with a deadpan expression, "but i already told the kids we would be taking care of them."

"we?"

"well, it's not like i know how to cook and everything shoko makes tastes like medicine," satoru replies like it's obvious. "you're the only saving grace here, please?"

"i hope you know i hate you," you finally reply after a moment. he wins, of course satoru wins.

"love you too, [first]," satoru chuckles, tossing in a bag of sweet treats into your shopping cart. "besides, we've been friends since you got back from enoshima months ago. i still remember the heart-warming speech you gave me on the staircase of jujutsu tech!"

"if what you got from what i said was an invitation for friendship, you need to get your ears cleaned," or at the very least he needed to stop sneaking bags of candy into the shopping cart.

satoru grins, "it's for the kids!"

you look at him all-knowing and unamused, "the kids don't need 5 bags of kit kats."

"not with that attitude."

the gojou fic i wanted to have up before i moved isn't going to be done until next month, but i'll feel bad not writing 2 months in a row so you guys can have this gojou timestamp to hold you over until then

[skepticalkoi-catastrophe]

𝙏𝙧𝙮𝙣𝙖 𝙁𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙑𝙤𝙞𝙙

Pairing: Sung Jinwoo x Reader

Genre: Angst/Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Best Friends to Lovers, Exes to Best Friends, Hinted Exes to Lovers

Warnings: Mentions of physical harm to y/n (bruises).

Word count: 577

PART 2 HERE

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 「11:37pm」 - 30 days or more was the minimum. That was the agreement made to ensure there were no hard feelings. Once the distance grew, you knew there was no going back. But you never really forget how someone makes you feel.

He had driven to your location to pick you up from an event being held by major Guild Masters. Wrong number. Right time, you figured as you could've swore it was a cab service you called and not his personal phone number.

Mentally cursing yourself as you stood beside him in the rising elevator, that bottle of gwasilju nears its end in your system.

"I already told you I called you by accident." You insist as he walks you to his familiar apartment front door.

Jinwoo's lips go flat while unlocking it, leading you inside. "Accident or not, I wasn't going to leave you there alone. You called, I came."

It was obvious he was worried about you. He managed to bring a jacket to wrap around you and some slides for your feet as he predicted they'd hurt by the end of the night. Habits like these were hard to break.

Much like him getting you a glass of water, fresh washcloths and towels, and one of his shirts to sleep in.

"Jinwoo, I'm serious. You don't need to do all this. I'm fine." You glance up to the ceiling. "It's not their fault I wondered off."

"Regardless, you're here now, so just ease up a bit."

He's always been so stubborn when it came down to you. You nod, stumbling somewhat to the bathroom, him not far behind you. Gently, he took your hand, sitting you down on the rim of the bath tub, massaging cleansing oil onto your face.

Jinwoo knew better, but he couldn't shake you. Your presence reminds him of a simpler time.

He continued your nightly routine, him leading you to his bedroom where your clothes were. "If you want, I'll sleep on the couch."

"It's okay, Jin, I just...this is hard on us both."

Right. Just months ago, you and him did this same song and dance. It wasn't fair how both your duties as hunters found precedence over what was once shared. He's snapped out of his thoughts as you began changing, not bothering to tell him to look away.

"It doesn't have to continue like this - what is that?" His question plummeted swiftly like a guillotine's blade.

You didn't budge, pulling his shirt over your head. "It's nothing. You know I'm careless."

"I won't ask again. Who did that to you?" He approaches you from behind, fingertips barley making contact as you wince. Purplish blue watercolor lined your ribs, tender to the touch, causing you to flinch.

"Let's just say it was a physical disagreement between guild members." You let out a harsh breath. "If you think this is bad, you should see the other guy."

"That's not funny y/n....you've probably had this for weeks, and you weren't going to tell me?"

"And tell you what, Jinwoo? The last thing on my mind was to go crying to you about my problems. You're not my boyfriend anymore." You choke back a lump in your throat upon exit of your sentence. His shirt now draped over your body. "No contact. That was the deal."

"Fuck the deal!" A line appears between Jinwoo's brows. "I never stopped caring."

That was it. The linchpin.

"...What?"

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[atinycafe]

[11:37AM] "Hit those pads a bit harder, babe," Yunho says, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips as your fists, bare and determined, connect with the pads. You dance on your toes, delivering a punch that goes beyond the target, hitting his chest purposefully. You try to pull back, but he playfully holds you in place. "Okay, I'm done playing," you complain, your voice muffled against the black fabric of his compressed shirt. Your boyfriend, a boxer, occasionally brings you to his gym sessions, but today's invitation was for you to take a swing. You expected his usual sweetness, but he's strangely serious. "Come on, tiny, you've got more in you," he teases, but you vigorously shake your head, exhausted and just wanting to lie down. You surrender, collapsing into his arms, making him lift you effortlessly. "Nooooooo," you protest as he drags you towards a nearby bench, kicking and pushing the air dramatically like the playful brat you are. "You're such a kid," he chuckles, settling you down, you continuing your little protest until he shushes you down with his kisses.

[09:56PM] "Just like that baby, a bit tighter," Yunho whispers near your ear, peering down at the bandage wrapping around his knuckles. You smoothly loop it around each of his lengthy fingers, tucking the end neatly beneath a fold. His hand slips out of your grasp, fingers curling and unfurling as he tests the snugness. With a serious gaze, he evaluates the feel. Anticipation lingers as you hope you've done it right. His eyes lock onto yours, a smile finally breaking across his face. The hand he'd been testing finds its place on your head, a gentle pat following. "You did good." Leaning down, he plants a tender kiss on your lips, silently expressing gratitude.

[02:09AM] "Why the tears? I won," he chuckles, playfully swiping at your tear-streaked cheeks, his large hand almost covering your face. Your sobs intensify as you notice his left eye, swollen and not crinkling like the other when he grins. He stifles another laugh. "'S not funny, your face's all fucked up!" you stammer through tears, wiping away the droplet of blood from his cut eyebrow. "You should see the other guy," he boasts, puffing out his chest, proud of his victory despite the bruises—turns out, the other guy got the worse end, a full-on knockout. Yet, he's still hurting, and you can't stand seeing him like this. "Shut up," you retort, clamping down on your lip as you give his shoulder a playful punch, eliciting a soft whine. Quickly, you grasp the spot you hit, worried you might have accidentally targeted a bruise. Pushing his shirt down to inspect, Yunho only pulls you closer. "Gotcha"

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[straylightdream]

8:13pm

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭: lee minho x f.reader

established relationship

↳ after a nightmare wakes you up your husband comforts you.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 358

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none

𝐚𝐧: the Minho brain rot is real. I needed to write something short to get passed being a sad girl today.

Sitting on the couch in your living room your hands held a hot cup of chamomile that’s in your favorite lavender mug. A nightmare had woken you up, and it had been over an hour and you were nowhere near falling asleep again. You had turned on one of your favorite movies and were comfortably sitting on the couch. You were hoping to relax and finally be able to fall back asleep.

The sound of footsteps caused you to look up and find your husband walking towards you. A yawn passed his lips as walked over and sat next to you on the couch.

“Pretty, why are you awake at four in the morning?” he asked.

“I had a nightmare and couldn’t fall back to sleep,” you say before taking another sip of your tea.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” he asked.

Shrugging your shoulders you took another sip of your hot tea. You knew he had a busy day ahead of him and needed all the sleep he could get. You didn’t need to disturb him because you had a nightmare.

“Finish that tea and come back to bed with me,” he reached over and rested his hand on your knee. You smile at him as he gently squeezed your knee.

“Okay,” you whisper before taking the final few sips of your tea.

Minho stood up, turned the tv off and reached over to take the cup from you. He walked into your small kitchen and placed the cup in the sink. Walking back over to you he took your hand in his and led you back into your bedroom.

Laying in bed he pulled your soft body close to his. He couldn’t seem to get your body close enough to his. With your head resting on his chest, he pressed his lips to your temple and whispered he loved you.

This reminded you of all the nights in the early stages of your marriage when nightmares would keep Minho awake, and you would be the one holding him while he tried to sleep. Now here he was holding you telling you that everything was okay.

[forgottenflickr]

2008

[insandriumheart]

༺2008༻

[joyoushyuck]

requested

00:56

Your hand is raised in front of the door, about to knock, when the door clicks open on its own. Donghyuck doesn't seem surprised by your presence; his expression is morphed into one of indifference. He is wearing his glasses and that white Celine shirt he loves to wear on special occasions. His long hair curls at his nape, a few curly strands beautifully swaying at the front. You would call him gorgeous if it wasn't for the pressing situation at hand. He walks past you into the kitchen and extracts a water bottle from the fridge. You flinch when he slams the door shut.

“Donghyuck,” you try. He chugs the water down, ignoring you. “Donghyuck list-”

A thud, water on your feet and a gasp leaving your mouth, and Donghyuck storms past you back into the bedroom. The blue baby shark bottle lays a few inches away from your legs with a broken hinge and a crack near the top.

You bite your lips in an attempt to keep your tears at bay. You brought this on yourself, you have no right to cry. If forgetting your anniversary was not enough of a fault, you went on to blame it on your workload and blame him for being upset. Not your smartest move.

Dejected, you walk back to the couch and lay down. You haven't slept properly in ages, you really were preoccupied with an important project at work, but even that isn't a good reason to stop doing the bare minimum. Donghyuck's anger is justified.

You don't have a blanket; no amount of hugging yourself provides you the warmth that Donghyuck’s body exudes. The pit of your stomach feels hollow with dread; the guilt weighs you down and threatens to swallow your being. After an hour of twisting and turning, you give up on the idea of sleep. There's no way you can sleep peacefully without resolving this conflict. Your throat constricts and heart sinks at the prospect of Donghyuck ending this relationship for his own good.

So you walk up to the door resolutely. If Donghyuck continues to give you the silent treatment, you know your resolve will take a hit pretty soon. However, doing something to show that you care is better than doing nothing.

“Hyuck,” you start, only to hear your voice crack. It pains you as much as it pains him to have landed in such a predicament. “I'm sorry, Donghyuck, it's my fault. Please, just open the door.”

You are met with silence. Did he fall asleep already? It seemed unlikely but you couldn't rule out the possibility.

“Hyuck, are you awake? Baby? Just please answer me.”

Still no response. But then, something drops, and you hear the old bed squeak, his feet shuffle and the spring in your mattress dip. So he's awake.

“Donghyuck, love, please talk to me.” You cringe at the desperation in your own voice. “I am sorry, I know I fucked up Hyuck. Shout at me, hit me, just-”

You clutch your hair, your back sliding against the door and butt hitting the cold floor. A shiver runs down your spine. Was it winter already?

“Just don't be quiet, please.”

You bury your face in your hands in a last ditch attempt to keep the sobs under control. It didn't seem to be working in your favour. The stress at work seems to be finally catching upto you as well. Donghyuck needs space. He doesn't need you annoying him now when all this could have been prevented had you been more mindful of your actions. You accept your fate and curl into a bundle, deciding to give it a rest for now.

That's how Donghyuck finds you a few hour laters.

You are hugging your knees close to your chest, head resting uncomfortably on the hard floor. When he takes a closer look, he can see the dried streak of tears on your cheek. You are trembling, and he realises you haven't even switched the heater on. Something in him breaks at the sight of you like this.

“Hey, baby,” he gently taps your cheek to wake you up. “Baby, you can't sleep here, come in.”

You make a little noise. He is met with the uncontrollable urge to coo at you, but stops himself given the situation.

“Wake up doll,” he tries again. “You are going to have a terrible back pain at this rate.”

You blink your eyes open sluggishly after a few moments. Donghyuck isn't wearing his glasses anymore and his hair is mussed up. “Hyuck?” You ask, your sleep muddled brain still not catching up. “Is everything alright?”

Donghyuck sighs, his fingers gently caressing your cheek. He loved you too much to stay mad at you for long, no matter what you did.

“Come sleep on the bed baby. We'll talk about the rest in the morning. Come in now.”