mark: this isn't a date. i told you i was going to the store

haechan: then why did you invite me?

jungwoo: sugar

mark: honey

doyoung: flour

johnny: egg

doyoung: 1/2lbs butter

johnny: stir

doyoung: pour into pan

mark: *running over with a dictionary*

taeyong: run it again

waiter: we ran it 3 times

*taeyong to jaehyun*: oh my- this is so embarrassing, do you mind taking care of it?

“he has a girlfriend,” you said while looking at the stars twinkle in the sky, “it’s- it’s wrong, i can’t think about him.” you said sighing. you let a tear slip down your cheek. you couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that you knew that he was happier with her.

you hear the doorbell ring, you wipe your tears away as you dragged yourself to the door

you open it and there stands jaemin, with flowers in his hand, you can’t help but let the tears fall down your cheeks as you cry into his shirt, he dropped what he was holding and immediately holds your face in his hands and wipes the tears away with his thumb

and there you share a kiss, a kiss you were longing for, a kiss with electricity that surged through your entire body. a kiss that just felt meant to be. you felt him smirk into the kiss and you pull away to catch your breath

your eyes shimmer underneath the moonlight through the window and you hear him speak

“i- i think i love you.” he said slightly out of breath.

Doyoung: If all of our mugs are out on the front porch when I step outside, I’m going to hurt you.

haechan: can’t i just smile because i feel like it?