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"chan? what are you doing? what if there's someone in here?" you ramble, sitting up properly to scan the room, accidentally knocking into chan's head in the process.

"ow! y/n～!," he sulks, "aren't you happy to see your boyfriend? what's with the aggression～"

thankfully, the room is empty, or at least you think so. it's basically pitch black save for the moonlight that peeks in through a sheer curtain. you turn your head back at chan, sighing when you can practically smell the wine coming off of him.

"you're so drunk, aren't you?" you ask, and all he does is nod in response, pushing you down onto your back and laying down next to you. normally, you'd nag him. you'd tell him that you've warned him about the damage he'd probably do to his career if he wouldn't stop downing glasses of wine like it's water, but it's not a normal day, so you hold back this time.

since the group's tour had started, you and chan had not gotten any time to yourselves whatsoever. and as much as you were thankful for the free trip to italy, it'd only prolonged the time till you could even kiss chan, let alone cuddle.

even if sharing the same bed was normal for the members, one of them nuzzling into your neck? yeah, probably not something you could pass off as platonic. and chan? he liked to do a whole lot of that.

speaking of the members, there's a faint sound of laughter and singing that is barely muffled by the closed door- a reminder of just how risky this whole situation is, but you try to ignore it for the sake of being able to enjoy this one moment.

chan shuffles around before rolling over so that half of his body is on yours. he snuggles into your chest, as expected, and closes his eyes.

"that wine was really good, though," he mumbles quietly, as if all the energy he had a minute ago just vanished into the warmth of your bed. you chuckle at his deliberation, pondering a bit yourself. "too bad i never got to try any, think i passed out right after the game." you respond, recalling most of the evening where you were given an hour to do a mission.

you failed (the mission being that you had to carry an egg on a spoon around the entire house without dropping it, but mingyu accidentally bumped into you...), but you were glad to see that chan had passed it (plus, it gave him a chance to give you a hug with no suspicion).

he hums. "well, do you wanna try some?" he asks, lifting his head to look at you. you blink a couple times, confused. "are you really going to go out there and try to lug back a bottle without them noticing you? because i’m not getting dragged into more karaoke.”

shaking his head slightly, he laughs, his voice vibrating against you. “no, i was thinking of something more like this,”

he pulls himself up so that he’s hovering over you. his eyes flicker over every feature of your face. you watch him, almost shuddering at his gaze. suddenly, you’re thankful for the lack of light, because you don’t want to imagine how red your face is; it’s been awhile since you and chan have been doing, well, whatever he’s doing.

before you can really ask about that, he captures your lips in a hungry kiss. you let your eyes flutter shut at the contact. the whole move is pretty cheesy, but the acidic taste of wine on his lips distracts you well enough to ignore the thought.

it’s an addicting flavor, and you swipe your tongue against his lips, greedily taking as much as he’ll give you.

it’s always moments like this where chan lets loose. normally, he’s shy about his love, even when you two are alone, so it’s always a surprise whenever he’s got alcohol in his system. it almost makes you forget that he’s the one who suggested keeping you two a secret.

he parts his lips, letting your tongue roam, sighing when he feels your hand cup the back of his neck and pull it closer to you.

you two don’t really keep track of how long this goes on for, both of you being dazed in some way. but finally, you pull back.

there’s a couple seconds of breathless panting before he grins at you. “taste good?”

you smile back, “eh, would probably be better from a glass”, laughing when he gives you a look of defeat and collapses next to you, quick to pull you back into his embrace.

by now, it’s probably some wild hour in the night, and you know that chan should head out before someone barges in to go to sleep, but he doesn’t seem to want to let go.

“chan,” you warn, looking up at him to find that he’s practically passed out already, eyes closed as he breathes shallowly. “chan, you should go.” you say, even though you don’t really want him to.

“i’ll be out before someone gets here, they’re all bound to just sleep on the ground at this rate,” he yawns, tightening his grip on you.

if you knew any better, you’d push him off the bed, but for right now, you choose to believe him and you fall asleep to the sound of his heart beat.

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“don’t jeonghan and dokyeom do this all time? it’s not anything abnormal…”

“okay well not like that!”

“just let them be, it’s probably nothing.”

“nah, what the hell.”

“the water isn’t working again!”

you faintly hear a mush of voices overlapping each other, but it’s none of your concern right now. chan has most definitely not left yet, still snuggled up against you.

the smart choice right now is to get up and check what’s on the agenda for today, but you don’t make that choice and decide to rest for a bit more. the warmth of chan’s body is a little too comfortable right now.

he stirs and shuffles a bit before you feel his hair tickle your neck as he seemingly looks up and plants a soft kiss to your jaw.

bad idea.

“HUH?”

“THEY’RE DATING GUYS THEY’RE DATING”

“damn chan i didn’t know you had it in you!”

“eugh”

your eyes fly open as you practically pop up into a sitting position. chan does the same.

you’re both equally as horrified to see that a good amount of the members are standing near the foot of your bed. they’re either shouting or standing with a hand covering their mouths.

chan groans besides you, falling back onto the bed as basically slam your face into a pillow.

looks like you two are never being left alone again.

then there's joshua — the worst in the best way possible. he consistently uses “pretty girl„ and you never see the end of it, because he so truly thinks you are the prettiest. if he's feeling fun, it becomes “my pretty girl„ because he likes to remind himself that you are his.

and because it's joshua, anything you call him works, but i would like to imagine that he prefers his name — just “shua„ or “joshua„ is more than enough to him.

“morning, shua.” — “good morning, pretty girl.”

jun probably shies away from calling you any pet names in public — only a shortened version of your name, or something relatively normal. but when you're alone, he does use “kitty„ all the time. maybe that's why he won't say it in public..

he absolutely likes when you use a chinese pet name with him. no objections. but he'll also like it when you call him “moon„ like it's his name.

“moon, bǎobèi, are you listening?” — “i'm following, kitten. keep going.”

there's something very preciously predictable about hoshi, because he uses “baby„ only. and, like, i doubt he'd ever switch it up. like i'm serious that i truly think he only ever uses one singular pet name.

and because he's so predictable — hoshi constantly wants you to call him “tiger„ for some reason. it is an incredibly strange pet name but he loves it. whatever.

“so you want me to call you tiger?” — “of course, baby!”

wonwoo is very quiet. that's one of his defining traits — his calm is comforting in a warm way, and that translates right into his speech. because he likes to call you “moonshine„ or “love„ and i, personally, think it is the cutest hc in this post. the wonwoorideul in me

i think he accepts anything you use — mainly because he thinks the fact that you so casually call him any nickname you have, is absolutely adorable, when he probably thinks twenty times before using one.

“was i talking too much?” — “don't overthink, love. you're alright.”

woozi is a closeted romantic. i fully stand by this. he's so smooth you kind of don't realize that he is — because woozi calls you “sunny„ and “beautiful„ like he means it. which he obviously does. it's like he didn't choose a pet name, but actually a defining trait of you.

he likes hearing you call him “sweetie„ because it is just so cute coming from you. this man has mild starstruck tendencies and he doesn't bother hiding them.

“you know, i like when you call me sunny..” — “really? should i start doing it more?”

dk is a walking ray of sun, we all know that, but he seriously thinks you're the dawn in his life. he always calls you “sunshine„ and “sunlight„ and absolutely everything synonymous. he calls you the sun as if his smile alone when he does isn't more so like it.

i like to imagine that he loves anything and everything from you. like even if you called him the most disgusting name ever he'd giggle. you opted for a simple “pumpkin„ because it made him laugh the most.

“like, what if i call you biscuit? in public?” — “a— what!? biscuit!? pfft!”

mingyu has the softest pet names of all. he is quite literally the most boyfriend material. mingyu mainly uses “angel„ on a daily basis, but switches it up based on occasion, location, emotion, et cetera. he cares more than you'd think.

he likes it when you call him “baby„ — not that he'd ever admit it. he has a strict policy of ‘everything my girl says is right no matter what’ so i doubt you'd know his preference.

“you never told me what you actually like to be called, you know..” — “well, maybe because i like everything? anything? as long as it's you?”

the8 has a researchable case of being way too comforting. everything he says feels ultimately soothing, which makes it more flustering when he uses names like “dove„ or “doll„ that would make any girl blush — let alone coming from him.

he so very likes “handsome„ — because it's something you use when you're having another back and forth together. he enjoys it more than his smile lets on.

“okay, handsome, you win this time..” — “aha. i knew you'd cave in eventually, dove~”

seungkwan is a terrific gentleman sometimes. he can be whiny, he can be childish, you two can have the most ridiculous and embarrassing fights ever and he'd still call you “princess„ in the middle of it all. sometimes, it makes you laugh through an argument.

and because he's seungkwan, he's never embarrassed to tell you what names he likes. probably something like “sweetheart„ or “sugar„ that'd make a girl melt — and him too.

“boo, you can't be serious right now.” — “princess— i mean— y/n!”

vernon is an adorable case of chill boyfriend. his flirting comes through with actions he'd never do with other people, letting you be when he'd get weirded out if it was someone else, and names. “pretty„ and “babe„ are casual enough for him to use daily.

from you, though, he thinks it's cute that you call him “nonnie” sometimes. it's a silly name, something that would embarrass him normally, but it's so cute because it's you.

“ah, nonnie, are you awake?” — “mm. nonnie’s awake, babe. what's up?”

dino is, unrivaled, the cutest little otter. at first, whenever he called you a pet name, he'd laugh and apologize instantly.. until it became habit to call you “star„ like you light up his world. which, in his view? you absolutely do.

he always starts giggling whenever you call him “cutie„ without fail. he knows himself as an idol, as a cool celebrity, but hearing you call him “pretty boy„ is just a different kind of compliment.

“cutieee.. i saw the new photos. you looked so pretty!” — “really? were they good? did you like them?”

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“hm?” he asks again, like he’s trying to prompt an answer, despite keeping his hand tightly across your mouth. his mouth hangs open, his intense gaze never leaving yours, even when your eyes start to roll back.

“listen,” his voice rumbles deep from his chest. “listen to how wet that pussy gets for me.”

as if you could do anything else. he takes it slow for now, thrusting shallowly into your warm heat, but it’s enough to have you feeling (and sounding) like you’re soaking his sheets.

mingyu’s eyes avert from yours and down to where he’s is stretching you out. your pussy looks like it’s struggling to fit even his first few inches, already gushing around his thick cock. you watch him get lost in the sight, the sound, the feeling.

“there we go,” he says to himself, satisfied with your silence. a wolfish smirk is blooming on his face, cocky, canines showing. “you love this cock, huh? listen to that pussy – she’s crying for me already.”

your head is spinning, everything is so filthy – the way he talks, the constant squelch of your sopping cunt. he inches closer to your face, and his cocky grin grows when he meets your desperate eyes.

you sob as soon as he uncovers your mouth, feeling him spear his cock deeper into you. “ahh, fuck,” you cry out, grabbing his bicep for stability.

mingyu only shushes you again, rocking above you. “just keep that mouth shut,” he purrs, lips brushing against yours. “nice and quiet, baby – just let me hear you make a mess for me.”

gyu<3 : all the best for your presentation!

you ignored the message. your team was next, you were sweating profusely, almost going through all stages of panic. you knew you could not mess this presentation up after all the long nights put into preparing the deck and research, but most importantly because it carried a major chunk of your final grade. you are surviving on water and a piece of toast that mingyu had worriedly fed you before he left for his practice early morning. you knew you are going to get a whole lecture on sleep schedule and pulling all nighters now but all that didn't matter right now.

you get on the stage trying your best to maintain your composure, practicing deep breaths just the way he taught you, and finally it was your turn. you step forward and blank out. you were only able to explain few points in broken voice, it was clear that you have messed it up now and the realization makes you feel more stressed. your teammates try to cover it up for you but that didn't help much.

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mingyu phone buzzed while he was at practice. he was looking forward to your text back. he excuses himself and checks for the messages. he saw name and immediately lit up.

you: it went bad.

the smile disappeared. he stared at the screen and typed back.

gyu<3 : how bad?

he waits for your reply but didn't get any. he knew you were probably going through a spiral of emotions right now. he saw how much you worked for that, so much so that you had to be constantly reminded to take care of yourself. he was happy that he was there this time unlike the other times when you had buried yourself in work while he was touring. he plans to leave practice early to ensure that you get the most pampering and rest today.

you enter your house after attending your classes and a long day of self criticism. you smell freshly cooked food and saw the mingyu trying to arrange a bouquet of zinnias for you. he stood at the kitchen island, completely focused, tongue peeking out in concentration as he carefully rearranged bright flowers into a glass vase.

he frowned. moved one flower, stepped back. "no", he says as he tries to rearrange it again. "better now", he says as he sees you and comes forward for a warm hug, and before you know you had broken down.you look up with your eyes red, and exhaustion written all over your face. his face sank the moment he saw your tired face.

he walks over to the fridge and gets you a drink to calm down. "babe, you want to talk about it?" he asks while keeping you close. you sniffled and gave a small nod. "i embarrassed myself" you say breaking down again.

"you didn't"

"i forgot everything, my teammates had to save me, im stupid and -" mingyu tilts his head seeming offended by the last sentence. "no way jose" he says mimicking the way you say it whenever you found something absurd, and he was happy to hear a chuckle out of you.

"i worked my ass off, barely slept, wanted it to be perfect and all i get it this. i dont even think anyone would like to even group with me now" you say as you try to control your emotions.

"it was one bad day, baby" he says leaning his forehead against yours smiling just enough to make you feel safe and comforted. "and if anyone refuses to group with you after one presentation", he shrugged dramatically, "its their loss"

you huffed out a laugh through your tears. "there she is" he gently kisses you as he rubs your back to get you to relax. "i've been waiting for my girl to come back" he says giggling.

"thanks for being here with me" you say feeling grateful. mingyu looks at you, "always baby" he says peppering your face with kisses.

"the zinnias are pretty"

"they reminded me of you" he says admiring you.

mrrow!, both of you looked toward the kitchen. your orange tabby was perched proudly on the counter, one tiny paw reaching suspiciously close to the bouquet of zinnias.

"mushu!" mingyu warned and the cat froze. then, maintaining eye contact with both of you, slowly pushed one flower onto the floor. "did she just?" you ask shocked. "she absolutely did" ,mingyu sighed dramatically and stood up. "you tiny criminal", he says trying to clean up the mess. "so that's why it's been quiet" ,he muttered, jogging after your nine pound menace.

mingyu inhales sharply, propping his laptop and mic on his bedside table before shuffling down his bed to be more comfortable, his left hand now toying with the gartered band of his shorts. he feels his cock start to harden, all because of your words.

"tch, perhaps." it's a weak attempt at getting the upper hand, on his own damn live. he spots your username and the little bouncing circles indicating your'e typing. it's like he can only focus on you, his favorite regular.

pretty.miss: hehe. have you eaten yet then?

"y-yeah, I had some tuna mayo riceballs e-earlier." for some reason, mingyu's mind had drifted to how lovely you must sound, asking about his day and talking about yours. the thought sends tingles running down his spine and causing more blood to flow down his body and harden his dick. mingyu knows it's ridiculous, getting off to the mere thought of how your voice must sound, but he can't help himself, not when his eyes flit to the screen and sees you've commented once more. his hand slides past the gartered band of his shorts and is now palming the bulge that has formed in his boxers.

pretty.miss: oh did you make them yourself?

mingyu nods, and upon realizing that you can't actually see him, tries to calm himself down so he won't sound so obvious and get found out. "I-hah- I did." So much for not being caught.

pretty.miss: you okay, babyboy? you sound out of breath

the petname goes straight to his dick; mingyu lets out a shuddering breath, one the viewers most definitely heard, and lets his hand wrap around himself. he gives himself a few languid strokes, thumb brushing the tip to collect the precum pooling there. through gritted teeth, he answers you. "I'm f-fine, pretty."

pretty.miss: you sure? idk it sounds like you're getting needy

hole4sale: oh shit

cocks1ut: wait pretty miss is right?????

skinnyp3n1s: are you touching yourself??

the pinging of the chat turns him on even more, and in the absence of an answer, his viewers start donating. it's like he's been conditioned; mingyu's body turns warmer and he gets needier at the sound of the clinking coins. it's been no more than 10 minutes and he's already reached half of his usual goal.

"i j-just wanted to catch up with you g-guys," mingyu huffs, reaching over his bedside table for the bottle lube. he removes his hand from his dick to squirt a generous amount of lube on it, the slick, wet sound making its way to the mic. "you just had to turn it into something else..."

pretty.miss: oh so you're blaming us now? it's not our fault you get turned on by a little small talk

pretty.miss donated 100 coins!

the chat joins in, crude words teasing him about how needy and easy he is for them. mingyu whimpers when his lubed hand makes contact with his sensitive cock, desperation urging him to fuck his fist already. but he shakes his head, mouth dry as he pleads, "can i touch myself? please?"

pretty.miss: you know i can't say no to you, baby

"f-fuck, thank you!" mingyu's whimpers are endless as he fucks his fist, just the like the coins being donated to him. eyes scrnuched close, miraculously enough, he manages to block out the clinking, his mind coming up with thoughts of how it would feel like to fuck you instead. his breath turns ragged at the thought, convince there's nothing more that could drive him so insane.

then, in a moment of delirium, he thinks of how you're probably getting off to him (or at the very least thinking of him in the most impure of ways), how his voice does the same things to you that your words do with him. mingyu feels his abs contract and his toes curling as his orgasm builds up.

"hng, f-fuck, i'm so close-" a loud, whiny moan rips from mingyu's throat and the chat rolls endlessly, the pinging sound of notifications making his already fuzzy head spin. "p-please let me cum, please!"

gyu cracks one eye open then the other just in time to see your comment of approval before he's seeing stars and spurting ribbons of white all over his fist.

To: [email protected]

From: [email protected]

Subject: Peer Evaluation (Final Submission)

Course: ENG2041 — Contemporary Literature

Project: Final Research Paper

Peer Evaluation for Student: Y/N L/N

Attendance — 10/10

Y/N was never once late to our meetings. In fact, she was always annoyingly punctual and raised hell over me being late by a few minutes. Regardless, Y/N showed incredible discipline and never failed to show up to our meetings to discuss the project, even if she was half dead from the sleepless nights.

Contribution — 10/10

Y/N contributed equally to every stage of the project, if not the most towards the project. The success of this project is mostly owed to her, her sleepless nights and early mornings editing as well as revising the document and slides to ensure absolute perfection. Although, she refused to admit how my edits occasionally improved her work.

Communication — 10/10

Y/N responds to messages regarding the project inhumanely fast for someone who always has her head down in stacks of paper in her favourite spot in the library, specifically the seat next to the window that faces east. She had no issues stating her problems with my research, being firm in her opinions and communicating her concerns in a professional manner. As a result, our project quality had improved dramatically after I (begrudgingly) followed her feedback (though I’d never admit it to her face).

Work ethic — 10/10

Y/N has a work ethic like no other. While I admit that I was annoyed by her constant fixation on the minor details at first, I found myself growing to appreciate her attention to the details that many others, myself included, would glance over. I’ve grown to learn and admire Y/N for she doesn’t leave anything half done. She does everything with 100%, and it clearly shows in the project where everything had been carefully vetted, arranged and presented. I used to think rivalry meant proving I was better than her, but somewhere along the project and spending hours with her, I realised I had stopped trying to outdo her and started trying to become someone who could keep up with her instead.

Strengths

- Ridiculously hardworking

- Somehow always right

- Makes coffee taste less terrible

- Pretending not to laugh at my jokes

- Looks cute when focused

Areas for improvement

If I were to be very honest, there’s not much for Y/N to improve in. She’s somehow both an amazing student, friend and person all at once. Not many say that, myself included. Many of our batch mates are quick to compare us, but I truly don’t believe I’m even remotely close enough to be compared with her. I’m truly grateful and honoured to have had her as my partner and my rival these past semesters. (Though, she wouldn’t die if she stopped assuming I was only trying to annoy her all the time.)

Additional Comments

Y/N,

I never minded being paired with you. Actually, that’s a lie, because I was relieved.

Truthfully, I spent most of first year trying to find reasons to talk to you. At the time, I was nowhere near your circle. I’m sure you don’t remember, but I had painfully tried to talk to you about your day while Professor Min was talking, and you had hushed me almost immediately in annoyance to focus on the lecture. I was taken aback, but had kept my mouth shut for the remainder of the class. From that day, I kept a respectable distance from you thinking that you had hated my guts— only to realise that you hadn’t even remembered me at all.

I was quite hurt, to be honest. However, the distance allowed me to realise how you drifted towards people like Wonwoo, Jihoon and Junhui. The type of students you could study with or rather the type of students you could compete against (though honestly I’m unsure where Soonyoung fits into that group of yours). It was then I realised that perhaps competing with you would’ve been the easiest excuse to talk to you.

Turns out, arguing with you over stupid things like answer schemes and grades was a terrible strategy, because somewhere between getting paired for the project, rewriting your introductions just to spite you, fighting over your unnecessary Oxford commas, and staying in the library until midnight together when everyone else was at frat parties… I forgot we were supposed to be rivals.

The project’s over now. Soon enough, our semester’s going to be over too. Eventually, we never have to see each other in this class again, and I won’t really have an academic excuse to keep texting you anymore, so I guess I’ll need to be honest instead.

I’ve been in love with you for a while now.

Not because you got along with me in the end, or because we ended up working really well together. I’ve been in love with you long before Professor Min decided we’d make good partners (for the project). The project just gave me more time with you than I ever thought I’d get, and it gave me more to fall in love with.

Final grade — 100/100

I would gladly partner with Y/N again, no questions asked. Maybe I’m a little biased, but Y/N is the most reliable person to choose for a partner. Maybe not just for another assignment, though.

So, I’d like to ask her;

Dinner this Friday? A proper meal, not a cup of instant noodles you dig out of your cupboard at 2am when you can’t fall asleep, not a lunch where I’m buying to save your body from collapsing. A proper dinner, a proper date where we don’t talk about anything academic related the entire night— my treat.

Yours Sincerely,

Yoon Jeonghan

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To: [email protected]

From: [email protected]

Subject: Re: Request for Reassignment of Final Project Partner

Dear Y/N,

I hope you have been doing well.

Now that the projects have come to a close, I figured I’d finally reply to the email you sent me at the beginning of the project.

As you know, I wasn’t able to accomodate your request for a change in partners. At the time, I believed it was important to keep the assigned groups unchanged in the interest of fairness.

Having now read your final paper and watched your presentation, I have to say I’m rather glad I did.

The two of you complemented each other’s strengths remarkably well, and it was evident throughout the semester that your collaboration became increasingly natural. Your final submission was one of the strongest projects this cohort has produced, and I suspect neither of you would have achieved quite the same result had I approved the reassignment.

Sometimes the people we least expect to work well with end up challenging us in the ways we need most.

Congratulations once again on an excellent project, and I wish you both all the best moving forward.

Kind regards,

Professor Min

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⋆.˚ ★ — bonus screenshots of jeonghan driving joshua insane for the sake of his crush 🙂‍↕️

m. list

your boyfriend, choi seungcheol, is all man.

he strides into the living room, cheeks slightly flushed from the soju the two of you had with your dinner tonight. his grey sweatshirt does well to hide his insanely muscular figure, beanie tugged over his bed head hairstyle as he falls into the cushion beside you. seungcheol's dark eyes are wide and soft as he looks at you, large hand instantly going to your thigh as he pecks your cheek.

it feels inappropriate to call him just your boyfriend. with the way he's looking all soft and strong at the same time, making your stomach churn in the best way possible, you should call him a manfriend.

"the food was amazing, babe," seungcheol's deep voice is slightly slurred—not impossible to understand, but mumbled enough to remind you that the familiar buzz of soju is starting to set in.

you lean your head on his shoulder, hand on his chest as you smile. "so you liked it?"

"oh, i loved it." seungcheol's voice is soft as he pulls your chin towards him softly, full lips covering yours in a kiss that isn't long enough to satisfy you. "made it just the way i was craving it."

giggling at nothing in particular, you blush at seungcheol's praise, smile too big to be wiped off your face in one go. he's laughing at something too now, and whether it's you, thinking about how heavenly his dinner was, or a mixture of both—it's got him wanting to pull you into his lap and kissing you silly.

"come here, babe." there's no mistaking the soft baritone that creeps into seungcheol's voice, and you do as you're told, falling into his arms as he tugs you into his lap.

he's warm, pleasantly so, and you find yourself leaning into him for that warmth. he chuckles smugly like the proudest man alive, tilting his head to the side slightly as he speaks. "do you know how perfect you are?"

"perfect? no way—" you're cut off by seungcheol's lips quickly pecking yours, drunkenly missing them by half a centimeter before recentering himself to where he needs to be.

"ah, ah, ah. let me finish." he's pouting like a little toddler now, and it breaks your thought train instantly, tipsy mind only focused on how he makes you feel.

"you're so good to me, babe. cooking me my favorite meals, being my support and caregiver, spoiling me with kisses and love all the time—" he pauses, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear before pulling you a little closer to him. "you're just so damn perfect."

you're now just centimeters away from seungcheol's lips as he glances down at them quickly, wetting his own as if subconsciously tasting you on his own lips. you're cupping seungcheol's flushed cheeks, and he's leaning into the touch, letting you close the distance and kissing him softly.

seungcheol's melting into your kiss, hands going to rub your lower back as you smile against his mouth. he sighs when you pull away, lips jutting out in his signature pout as he huffs out, "kissing me like that and then pulling away from me without warning is like least favorite thing ever."

you laugh aloud, throwing your head back as your cheeks seem to blaze at seungcheol's eyes on you. "sorry. you know how much i love teasing you."

"sadly i do," seungcheol groans exasperatedly like a little child, grinning never the less when you pull him in for another kiss and a bear hug afterwards.

"what would you do if i called you manfriend instead of boyfriend?" the question comes out of the blue, and seungcheol looks at you with a cute expression of confusion as he hums to himself.

"manfriend is a little odd, and it makes it seem like you're free for taking. and you're not. you're mine." seungcheol doesn't say the sentence in a possessive way, but the implication is more than enough to make you blush. "why would you call me that anyway?"

"well, you're just such a...a man." you say like it's obviously, quickly adding on once seungcheol gives you another confused expression. "like you're my boyfriend, yeah, but you're definitely not a boy. you're so strong, and big, and manly..."

seungcheol's grinning proudly from ear to ear when you trail off, and you roll your eyes, laughing to yourself as you finish off with, "i just don't think boyfriend fits who you are."

"it'll do for now. you could use my nickname, too. i like whatever you call me." seungcheol mumbles shyly. he leans over, laying his head on your chest as you fling your arms around his neck, pressing a kiss to the top of his head as you smile. "okay, cheol."

he's playfully throwing you on the couch and peppering your face with kisses before you can even think to start laughing at his flustered expression.