to: reader, from: izzy

this started when i was thinking about what going on real camping with tents, sleeping bags and all that felt like...until i decided that i probably wouldn't have survived hence why the title has glamping 🤣

kim hongjoong

couldn't help but bring his newest track for you to listen

also a perfect track whilst looking at the sunset and night sky

he gets inspired with new music and lyrics whilst with you

he would record the new tune and encourage you to sing improv

the tent is just enough for you both but he's used to sleeping on the couch in his studio so it's not a big deal

plus he has a valid reason to hug you so he's definitely not complaining

park seonghwa

as soon as you both arrive, he was already prepping the area for you both

fluffing up the pillows

making sure the blankets are within reach

he has soft music on to set the calming mood

he lets you sit and relax first while he goes through his mental checklist

“hwa, let me help,” you insist

he just shakes his head and kisses you on your forehead. “i’ll be done soon.”

and after everything is done, he has a new lego set for you both to build together

jeong yunho

pillow? why would you need that when you can lay your head on his arm or better, his chest?

throws the pillow outside and insists it's dirty so now you have no choice but to lay on him instead

not that you're actually complaining anyway

throughout the time, he's all snuggled up next to you, refusing to let you go

would crack jokes throughout the night and wouldn't let you sleep easily

“the stars are pretty”

“yunho, we're in a tent. we can't see the stars”

“i was talking about your eyes”

“i’m literally closing my eyes, jeong yunho”

“i don't need to see them to know that they're pretty”

kang yeosang

took a while for him to understand how to set the tent up

you adore his little “aha!” moment when he figures it out

used his strength, unknowingly showing off and flexing his muscles

princess carries you to the humble space that you'll be in for the night

“i think i did pretty good”

you agree but with teasing him, “told you it would've been easier if you kept the manual”

choi san

you are 100% not lifting a finger for anything

too cold? he has a blanket and a jacket reader

too warm? he has a mini portable fan for you and a comfortable seat in the breeze will be ready in a second

but when he can, he'll cuddle closely to you, laying his head on your shoulder

wants you and him to sleep in one sleeping bag even though it's practically impossible

his warmth is better than the material of the sleeping bag tho so he's a winner

song mingi

his height is really just for show

yes, he's super protective over you and makes sure you will never get hurt

but in the wildlife with him, he couldn't help but depend on you more

"....what if a snake comes in? Or a cockroach or a spider or a-"

you hush him, “i’ll protect you, you big princess.”

and he's gleaming at your words, clinging onto you even though the tent has no holes for any of his fears to easily crawl in”

jung wooyoung

setting up the tent? yapping

cooking the food? more yapping

and ofc when it's time to get some rest, even more yapping

but his voice with the chirping crickets and light owl hoots is very comforting

he would talk, grow quiet and then talks more when he changes the subject until you're both tired

eventually you sleep to your very own loving podcast

choi jongho

on guard 24/7

he's ready to fight any insects even though he's a bit scared himself

would tell you to go to sleep first and make sure everything is fine

you had to reassure him multiple times that everything would be fine

and that sleeping at the same time wouldn't change that (because he initially planned for alternating sleeping schedule)

you manage to let him to go of his worries, and he cuddles up beside you fondly

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I DIDN'T REALISE I NEVER POSTED THIS ONE AND THAT I WAS I DIDN'T POST LAST MONTH 😭😭 hope you enjoy this one as i try my best to post a longer yunho fic 🤭

"Y/N! Thank goodness!" Mrs Jeong immediately embraces you, not waiting for you to shake off any snow on your outfit. "Thank you so much for coming."

"Of course. I wasn't doing anything important anyway, so thank you for calling me." You're not lying about that. You didn't think that preparing for tomorrow's blind date was important, at least not more important than Yunho.

The woman called you a few minutes ago, asking you to come over and take care of his bedridden son. From Yunho's insane schedule, you couldn't say that you didn't know this wasn't going to come. You warned him through text messages to dress warmly and to drink hot beverages against the cold weather. Your best friend said that he would do all those things, but given how you're here now, you wonder how much of it was actually true.

"I really have to run to the hospital now. I'm so sorry, sweetheart."

"No, please. It's okay!" You reassure her. As you hang your winter coat, you retrieve hers. "I hope everything is okay at the hospital. Drive safety, Auntie."

She's already halfway out the front door as you finish your greetings, but she turns back with a kind smile on her face. "Let me know if Yunho brings you real trouble. I'll smack him awake when I get home."

You shake your head playfully, watching her start the engine and driving away with a waving arm out the window. The front door closes with a reassuring click. Scanning the house, you clean the slight mess in the kitchen before checking up on Yunho. Besides, if you want to cook a hearty meal for him, it would be good to work in a cleaner space.

Across the hall, where the feverish boy lies under his blanket, he stirs awake at the mumbled engine. Yunho's eyelids feel especially heavy, and so does his back as he attempts to sit on his bed. The only light source was from the slightest crack on the bottom of his bedroom door, and despite that, his eyes squinted as if the room were on fire.

The poor boy pouts and sniffs before throwing his legs to the side of the bed to aim for the kitchen. He could tell that whoever is in the space is trying to keep their noises down as much as possible, and he smiles weakly at the consideration. He slides his feet across the wooden floor until he catches your familiar back on the sink.

His eyes are now better adjusted to the light, taking in the view in front of him: his childhood best friend, whom he has been in love with for so long, cleaning the familiar bowls and cutlery of his dinner from an hour ago. You hum lightly, shoulders swaying gently side to side to a rhythm. Yunho leans against the wall, eyes closing in relaxation to your voice. He could slumber back asleep at your singing, and the weakened state of his body only welcomed your tune even more.

"Yunho?" His name from your lips came as a calm whisper, but your frowning lips say otherwise. "I'm sorry, did I wake you?"You abandon the sink to skip towards him.

The boy shakes his head. "Did my mum call you here?"

"The hospital needed her urgently, and she was worried about leaving you alone, so she called me." As soon as you finish, your concerned look is replaced with a disapproving one. Your arms crossed against your chest, and an eyebrow rises. "Did you really keep yourself warm like you supposedly said you would on text?"

"Well, technically, the fact is that now I am warm so-"

"Yunho!" You exclaim. "I'm serious! Stop joking around! Your boss overworks you, and you don't know when you take breaks yourself. You wake up early and voluntarily stay towards the end to help your team members, which is fine, but not at the expense of your own health! Then I get texts from you," you whip your phone out, waiting for this moment:

golden puppy

don't be mad but

i got sick :((

BUT IT'S NOT SERIOUS OR ANYTHING

IT'S JUST A FEVER AND COLD AND COUGH

I'LL BE FINE SOON I PROMISE :((

"And mind you, that was four days ago, and the fact that your mum wouldn't leave you alone means that you're not at all better yet! Yunho, I told you to-"

Your rant is interrupted when Yunho can no longer keep his lips together. A snort came out from him, and if it's not the situation, you would've made fun of him. Realising his mistake, Yunho slaps a hand to his mouth, blinking innocently at you.

You roll your eyes, arms rising in exasperation. "I can't believe you. You're sick and all you're gonna do is laugh?"

"No, no," he puts his hands together, head hanging low. "I'm sorry. It seemed like I worried you a lot. I really did try to take care of myself…"

You exhale at his apology, knowing well that there's nothing much that you can do now. The prevention stage was a failure, and now you need to focus on helping Yunho recover as fast as possible.

You reach for his forehead against the back of your palm, your lips turning down at the temperature. "You're still really warm, Yun."

"Like I said, I am warm-" you smack his chest before he could finish.

"Go back to your room and sleep, you giant puppy." You uusher him out of the room by his shoulders and turn him around to the direction of his bedroom. Yunho didn't push against you, secretly needing you for energy anyway.

As soon as you turn the doorknob open, you can tell he's been living in there for the past week. The curtains are slightly opened, possibly to let a relaxing amount of sun in during daylight, but he never got to put away his laundry properly into his closet. There's a half-empty cup of water on his bedside table, and you could tell he fell asleep while gaming with his phone on his bed. You're reminded of Yunho's condition when he coughs beside you, hunching over as you pat his back with a knit between your eyebrows.

"Okay, come on," you guide him to the bed, making sure he slowly sits on the bed. You found his medicine checklist for the day, seeing that he hasn't checked off one after dinner. You wanted to scold him, but backed down when he looked over at you apologetically. You pop the aluminium cover of the medicine, dropping the pill into his palm. "Here," you kneel next to him and pass him the glass. "No, finish it," you tilt the cup back to his lips.

Yunho sighs in relief, regarding a soft smile. You brush his bangs to the side of his face calmly. He relaxes to your touch, reaching for your other free hand to hold. In the act, he pulls you closer and slots you between his legs. He rests his head on your chest, indulging himself in your familiar scent.

"Did I worry you that much?" He mumbles.

You hum, "You always make me worry."

"Yeah?" He pulls away slightly to see you properly, mischief written all over his eyes, "Are you worried about me, or are you worried about how no one can pick you up if you're in trouble?"

"Hey! I'm very capable of taking care of myself."

Yunho tilts his head in contemplation. "Tell me that again when you miss your bus."

"Shut up!" You ruffle his hair in laughter, whilst he tries to grab hold of you. "Fine then, next time I won't call you and you can explain to my mum why I would arrive home later than I should be!"

Yunho chuckles, "As if you wouldn't call me!"

The room blossoms with laughter until Yunho clears the itch down his throat. Your bottom lip juts, eyes looking over his pale face. "Alright, let's get you resting, okay?"

Stubbornly, he shakes his head and resorts to hiding his face in your chest. Without notice, an arm slithers to the back of your knees, and his other supports you back. You yelp as Yunho places you onto his lap and buries his face in the crook of your neck.

"Yunho?"

He inhales, "You should go before you get sick." But even though it's his suggestion, he only held you tighter. His thumb soothes the side of your knee, and you swear your heart skipped a beat or two. "Thank you for coming."

"Of course," you acknowledge. "You know I always would."

You're reminded of what you were doing before rushing over to Yunho's house. Your potential dresses for the date were all over the bed, and you were passing through your makeup bag aimlessly when none of the outfits felt fitting. You sent some of the pictures to Mingi, who was the one to set you up in the first place, but the man didn't offer much help. To be honest, Yunho would've been better for this kind of advice, but other than the fact that he's under the weather, you were scared of what he would say to you.

When Mingi rushed to tell you about the blind date excitedly, Yunho was next to you. He was silent throughout the whole time Mingi was filling you in on the details: about how he was showing a group picture with you in it, about how Mingi told his friend you're single, and that Mingi would let him know if you would be down for the date. You hesitated at first, and you stole a glance at Yunho, who stared off into the distance. He didn't tell you not to go, but he didn't encourage you either. All he did was playfully nudge you by the shoulder and indifferently say, "Well, whatever you choose to do, I support you." And for some reason, that should've comforted you, knowing that your best friend would always reliably support you. But as much as he's your best friend, he's someone that you love more than just friends, and his 'encouragement' hurt more than ever.

As if he read your mind, Yunho comments tiredly, "Are you excited for tomorrow?"

Unconsciously, you grip onto his arm, "I guess? I don't know this guy other than he's Mingi's friend."

"I'm Mingi's friend too." The comment was supposed to be kept in his head.

"I know…?" You furrow your eyebrows.

"So, you're only going because it's Mingi's friend?" He completely pulls away from you this time. His eyes lost the glimmer from the light moments a few minutes ago, and he looks into your orbs delicately. "Are you really going tomorrow?"

"Well, I have no reason not to go," you gulp.

Yunho's shoulders visibly slump, and he nods defeatedly, "I see."

The hand on your back moves to pat your head. Whilst Yunho already looks away, you couldn't help but keep your eyes on his side profile. Your eyes trace his cheekbones to the slope of his nose. The way his lips slightly parted as he breathed warmly against your skin. You had to forcefully turn your head away.

"Let me know if you need me to pick you up after."

You shake your head. "I doubt you'll be better by tomorrow."

"But if you ask me to, I would do it regardless."

Tell me not to go, you wanted to tell him. You want him to tell you that the date isn't worth it. That the date won't be fun. That he's sick and that you should take care of him instead. You wanted him to tell you to stay the night, so that you'll have a better excuse of coming to the date late or better yet, to not show up at all.

"Okay," is the reply you settled on. You will yourself to look at him one last time before walking away for him to rest. Yunho looks back at you when you poke his moles. "They're cute."

"I remember that time you said that you wanted to bite me because they looked like chocolate chips."

"I was a kid and I was craving chocolates!" You try to reason.

"And then you almost burnt the house down trying to bake some."

"We almost burnt the house down. Don't leave yourself out of the situation!"

You finally hop out of his embrace, already missing the stability that Yunho gave. But you knew that if you didn't, Yunho would never get the rest that he needed. Understanding you, Yunho finally lies down whilst you tuck him in.

"I'll be here until your mum comes back. I'm just in the living room if you need anything."

"Alright."

Making sure he's tucked in, you finally lift yourself off the bed. "Sweet dreams."

Your intentions to leave the room were so that he could rest, but your absence only made Yunho toss and turn around the bed. His mind wanders to how your hand could be interlaced with someone else. How you might tell him about your life stories, and if he would come up in the conversation. If you would fall in love with him, the same way that he's fallen in love with you all these years. And if he told you now, would you not go? Would you stay with him to make sure he would recover properly? Or would saying anything only make you turn away and never look back? He couldn't imagine losing you over a petty confession, but could he deal with the consequences of a possible successful date that you go to that's not with him?

"No," he concluded. "I can't deal with it."

Deciding that reason alone is enough, he kicks his blanket away and yanks his door open. If you left, he would've known since he wasn't asleep, but if you did, he knew he wouldn't be able to stop you properly. At the approaching footsteps, you swirl your head back to see Yunho behind the couch. His face is slightly flushed, and he hurries over to the other side to face you properly.

"I'm in love with someone." Yunho gulps as you blink at him wordlessly.

"O-Okay?" You stutter despite the sharp pain against your chest. "Who? Do I know her?"

"Y-Yeah, I'll tell you after your date tomorrow." With that, he begins walking away.

You raised an eyebrow, taken aback at the response. "You're telling me all that, but you're not telling me the full story?"

"R-Right, no. You're right, uhm," Yunho fidgets in his spot. His fingers push against each other, eyes wandering around everywhere but you. It's probably a good call for you too because you're unsure of how to face him after the information drop.

Eventually, seeing the troubled boy, you could only smile somberly. You've been prepared for this moment your whole life. The way that your eyes aren't welling up is a miracle. Pushing your feelings away, you shuffle closer to him, landing a soft touch on his forearm. The boy widens his eyes at the hug you offer. The pats on his broad back is slow, and unknowing of your heavy emotions, he found reassurance in them.

"Yun, we can talk about this later, you know?"

"No, we can't," he shakes his head. "Because what if you fall in love tomorrow?"

"I doubt it, but we can still talk about your love life even if I do-"

Yunho pulls away, a firm hold on your shoulders. "Don't go tomorrow. Please don't fall in love with someone other than me."

Your eyes widen and with the stunned look at your face, Yunho contemplates laughing his words away. But the thought of losing you made him gulp his nervousness away. The hands on your shoulders slide to your hands, holding them gently. His gaze settles upon you, taking in the way your lips have parted.

"I know it's unfair to say this, but I just can't see the girl I've been head over heels with fall in love with someone she's met in a day." Yunho's voice grows quieter with each word, but had no intention from stopping. "If you want to go, I won't stop you. You know I'll always support you," he chuckles timidly. "But I wish you wouldn't go…I wish you would selfishly just stay with me. Y/N, I-" he exhales, "I've always only seen you. I've always loved you as a friend, but more than that for the longest time."

You didn't mean to stumble back at that moment, and Yunho steps forward to break a potential fall. But he retracts in the last second, scared that you needed space. He looks down to the silly pattern of his socks, lips trapped between his teeth in defeat.

"I'm sorry if this made you uncomfortable," he begins again. "I'll just…" he throws a thumb behind him, beginning to walk away. It's when he turns away that you stop him, an arm around his middle and your cheek against his back. "Y-Y/N?"

You shake your head, figuring out the words that you want to say. "I didn't mean to back away at that moment, Yun. I-I'm just shocked that you like me in that way."

Yunho just looks at your intertwined hands. "You don't have to answer. And if you don't feel the same way, we can still be friends-"

"I don't want to be friends, Yunho."

Something in Yunho breaks apart. His chest pangs in hurt, and he has to suppress the growing tears. When you let him go, he had to force every muscle within him to move. You step infront of him before he could do so, pressing a sure kiss onto his chin. Mirroring your previous look, his eyes widen, the tips of his fingers touching where your lips were on his skin.

"I love you more than friends, Yunho."

He spent no time in getting your presence closer to him, cradling you into him. Your head to his chest while a hand combs through your hair. His other arm supporting your lower body to slightly lift you so that he could press a tender kiss to your forehead.

Disbelief washes over him, "Y-You're not joking, right?"

Your eyebrow raises, "What can I do to convince you?"

"Kiss me," he replies. "Not on my lips because you might get sick but just kiss me again-"

You didn't listen to his worries. If you got sick, then you could stay in with him; given your parents would let you out the house. So, you tiptoed as you gently nudge his nose with yours and hugged his bottom lips with yours. Yunho melts, his shoulders relaxing and chest full of love. The corner of his lips rises, only fueling the intimacy of the moment.

"Now, couldn't you guys have waited until after Yunho is healthy?" The introduction of the new voice is teasing but the only thing breaking apart is the kiss. "Okay, Yunho, sleep," his mother points deeper in the house. "Y/N, there's mouthwash in the bathroom for you to use."

"Mum!"

He hates being sick because it would always keep him away from you. And, now that he's had a taste of your sweet lips, he can't risk another sickness. He's too lovesick for you. And that's the only 'sickness' he could approve of.

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I DIDN'T REALISE I NEVER POSTED THIS ONE AND THAT I WAS I DIDN'T POST LAST MONTH 😭😭 hope you enjoy this one as i try my best to post a longer yunho fic 🤭

"Y/N! Thank goodness!" Mrs Jeong immediately embraces you, not waiting for you to shake off any snow on your outfit. "Thank you so much for coming."

"Of course. I wasn't doing anything important anyway, so thank you for calling me." You're not lying about that. You didn't think that preparing for tomorrow's blind date was important, at least not more important than Yunho.

The woman called you a few minutes ago, asking you to come over and take care of his bedridden son. From Yunho's insane schedule, you couldn't say that you didn't know this wasn't going to come. You warned him through text messages to dress warmly and to drink hot beverages against the cold weather. Your best friend said that he would do all those things, but given how you're here now, you wonder how much of it was actually true.

"I really have to run to the hospital now. I'm so sorry, sweetheart."

"No, please. It's okay!" You reassure her. As you hang your winter coat, you retrieve hers. "I hope everything is okay at the hospital. Drive safety, Auntie."

She's already halfway out the front door as you finish your greetings, but she turns back with a kind smile on her face. "Let me know if Yunho brings you real trouble. I'll smack him awake when I get home."

You shake your head playfully, watching her start the engine and driving away with a waving arm out the window. The front door closes with a reassuring click. Scanning the house, you clean the slight mess in the kitchen before checking up on Yunho. Besides, if you want to cook a hearty meal for him, it would be good to work in a cleaner space.

Across the hall, where the feverish boy lies under his blanket, he stirs awake at the mumbled engine. Yunho's eyelids feel especially heavy, and so does his back as he attempts to sit on his bed. The only light source was from the slightest crack on the bottom of his bedroom door, and despite that, his eyes squinted as if the room were on fire.

The poor boy pouts and sniffs before throwing his legs to the side of the bed to aim for the kitchen. He could tell that whoever is in the space is trying to keep their noises down as much as possible, and he smiles weakly at the consideration. He slides his feet across the wooden floor until he catches your familiar back on the sink.

His eyes are now better adjusted to the light, taking in the view in front of him: his childhood best friend, whom he has been in love with for so long, cleaning the familiar bowls and cutlery of his dinner from an hour ago. You hum lightly, shoulders swaying gently side to side to a rhythm. Yunho leans against the wall, eyes closing in relaxation to your voice. He could slumber back asleep at your singing, and the weakened state of his body only welcomed your tune even more.

"Yunho?" His name from your lips came as a calm whisper, but your frowning lips say otherwise. "I'm sorry, did I wake you?"You abandon the sink to skip towards him.

The boy shakes his head. "Did my mum call you here?"

"The hospital needed her urgently, and she was worried about leaving you alone, so she called me." As soon as you finish, your concerned look is replaced with a disapproving one. Your arms crossed against your chest, and an eyebrow rises. "Did you really keep yourself warm like you supposedly said you would on text?"

"Well, technically, the fact is that now I am warm so-"

"Yunho!" You exclaim. "I'm serious! Stop joking around! Your boss overworks you, and you don't know when you take breaks yourself. You wake up early and voluntarily stay towards the end to help your team members, which is fine, but not at the expense of your own health! Then I get texts from you," you whip your phone out, waiting for this moment:

golden puppy

don't be mad but

i got sick :((

BUT IT'S NOT SERIOUS OR ANYTHING

IT'S JUST A FEVER AND COLD AND COUGH

I'LL BE FINE SOON I PROMISE :((

"And mind you, that was four days ago, and the fact that your mum wouldn't leave you alone means that you're not at all better yet! Yunho, I told you to-"

Your rant is interrupted when Yunho can no longer keep his lips together. A snort came out from him, and if it's not the situation, you would've made fun of him. Realising his mistake, Yunho slaps a hand to his mouth, blinking innocently at you.

You roll your eyes, arms rising in exasperation. "I can't believe you. You're sick and all you're gonna do is laugh?"

"No, no," he puts his hands together, head hanging low. "I'm sorry. It seemed like I worried you a lot. I really did try to take care of myself…"

You exhale at his apology, knowing well that there's nothing much that you can do now. The prevention stage was a failure, and now you need to focus on helping Yunho recover as fast as possible.

You reach for his forehead against the back of your palm, your lips turning down at the temperature. "You're still really warm, Yun."

"Like I said, I am warm-" you smack his chest before he could finish.

"Go back to your room and sleep, you giant puppy." You uusher him out of the room by his shoulders and turn him around to the direction of his bedroom. Yunho didn't push against you, secretly needing you for energy anyway.

As soon as you turn the doorknob open, you can tell he's been living in there for the past week. The curtains are slightly opened, possibly to let a relaxing amount of sun in during daylight, but he never got to put away his laundry properly into his closet. There's a half-empty cup of water on his bedside table, and you could tell he fell asleep while gaming with his phone on his bed. You're reminded of Yunho's condition when he coughs beside you, hunching over as you pat his back with a knit between your eyebrows.

"Okay, come on," you guide him to the bed, making sure he slowly sits on the bed. You found his medicine checklist for the day, seeing that he hasn't checked off one after dinner. You wanted to scold him, but backed down when he looked over at you apologetically. You pop the aluminium cover of the medicine, dropping the pill into his palm. "Here," you kneel next to him and pass him the glass. "No, finish it," you tilt the cup back to his lips.

Yunho sighs in relief, regarding a soft smile. You brush his bangs to the side of his face calmly. He relaxes to your touch, reaching for your other free hand to hold. In the act, he pulls you closer and slots you between his legs. He rests his head on your chest, indulging himself in your familiar scent.

"Did I worry you that much?" He mumbles.

You hum, "You always make me worry."

"Yeah?" He pulls away slightly to see you properly, mischief written all over his eyes, "Are you worried about me, or are you worried about how no one can pick you up if you're in trouble?"

"Hey! I'm very capable of taking care of myself."

Yunho tilts his head in contemplation. "Tell me that again when you miss your bus."

"Shut up!" You ruffle his hair in laughter, whilst he tries to grab hold of you. "Fine then, next time I won't call you and you can explain to my mum why I would arrive home later than I should be!"

Yunho chuckles, "As if you wouldn't call me!"

The room blossoms with laughter until Yunho clears the itch down his throat. Your bottom lip juts, eyes looking over his pale face. "Alright, let's get you resting, okay?"

Stubbornly, he shakes his head and resorts to hiding his face in your chest. Without notice, an arm slithers to the back of your knees, and his other supports you back. You yelp as Yunho places you onto his lap and buries his face in the crook of your neck.

"Yunho?"

He inhales, "You should go before you get sick." But even though it's his suggestion, he only held you tighter. His thumb soothes the side of your knee, and you swear your heart skipped a beat or two. "Thank you for coming."

"Of course," you acknowledge. "You know I always would."

You're reminded of what you were doing before rushing over to Yunho's house. Your potential dresses for the date were all over the bed, and you were passing through your makeup bag aimlessly when none of the outfits felt fitting. You sent some of the pictures to Mingi, who was the one to set you up in the first place, but the man didn't offer much help. To be honest, Yunho would've been better for this kind of advice, but other than the fact that he's under the weather, you were scared of what he would say to you.

When Mingi rushed to tell you about the blind date excitedly, Yunho was next to you. He was silent throughout the whole time Mingi was filling you in on the details: about how he was showing a group picture with you in it, about how Mingi told his friend you're single, and that Mingi would let him know if you would be down for the date. You hesitated at first, and you stole a glance at Yunho, who stared off into the distance. He didn't tell you not to go, but he didn't encourage you either. All he did was playfully nudge you by the shoulder and indifferently say, "Well, whatever you choose to do, I support you." And for some reason, that should've comforted you, knowing that your best friend would always reliably support you. But as much as he's your best friend, he's someone that you love more than just friends, and his 'encouragement' hurt more than ever.

As if he read your mind, Yunho comments tiredly, "Are you excited for tomorrow?"

Unconsciously, you grip onto his arm, "I guess? I don't know this guy other than he's Mingi's friend."

"I'm Mingi's friend too." The comment was supposed to be kept in his head.

"I know…?" You furrow your eyebrows.

"So, you're only going because it's Mingi's friend?" He completely pulls away from you this time. His eyes lost the glimmer from the light moments a few minutes ago, and he looks into your orbs delicately. "Are you really going tomorrow?"

"Well, I have no reason not to go," you gulp.

Yunho's shoulders visibly slump, and he nods defeatedly, "I see."

The hand on your back moves to pat your head. Whilst Yunho already looks away, you couldn't help but keep your eyes on his side profile. Your eyes trace his cheekbones to the slope of his nose. The way his lips slightly parted as he breathed warmly against your skin. You had to forcefully turn your head away.

"Let me know if you need me to pick you up after."

You shake your head. "I doubt you'll be better by tomorrow."

"But if you ask me to, I would do it regardless."

Tell me not to go, you wanted to tell him. You want him to tell you that the date isn't worth it. That the date won't be fun. That he's sick and that you should take care of him instead. You wanted him to tell you to stay the night, so that you'll have a better excuse of coming to the date late or better yet, to not show up at all.

"Okay," is the reply you settled on. You will yourself to look at him one last time before walking away for him to rest. Yunho looks back at you when you poke his moles. "They're cute."

"I remember that time you said that you wanted to bite me because they looked like chocolate chips."

"I was a kid and I was craving chocolates!" You try to reason.

"And then you almost burnt the house down trying to bake some."

"We almost burnt the house down. Don't leave yourself out of the situation!"

You finally hop out of his embrace, already missing the stability that Yunho gave. But you knew that if you didn't, Yunho would never get the rest that he needed. Understanding you, Yunho finally lies down whilst you tuck him in.

"I'll be here until your mum comes back. I'm just in the living room if you need anything."

"Alright."

Making sure he's tucked in, you finally lift yourself off the bed. "Sweet dreams."

Your intentions to leave the room were so that he could rest, but your absence only made Yunho toss and turn around the bed. His mind wanders to how your hand could be interlaced with someone else. How you might tell him about your life stories, and if he would come up in the conversation. If you would fall in love with him, the same way that he's fallen in love with you all these years. And if he told you now, would you not go? Would you stay with him to make sure he would recover properly? Or would saying anything only make you turn away and never look back? He couldn't imagine losing you over a petty confession, but could he deal with the consequences of a possible successful date that you go to that's not with him?

"No," he concluded. "I can't deal with it."

Deciding that reason alone is enough, he kicks his blanket away and yanks his door open. If you left, he would've known since he wasn't asleep, but if you did, he knew he wouldn't be able to stop you properly. At the approaching footsteps, you swirl your head back to see Yunho behind the couch. His face is slightly flushed, and he hurries over to the other side to face you properly.

"I'm in love with someone." Yunho gulps as you blink at him wordlessly.

"O-Okay?" You stutter despite the sharp pain against your chest. "Who? Do I know her?"

"Y-Yeah, I'll tell you after your date tomorrow." With that, he begins walking away.

You raised an eyebrow, taken aback at the response. "You're telling me all that, but you're not telling me the full story?"

"R-Right, no. You're right, uhm," Yunho fidgets in his spot. His fingers push against each other, eyes wandering around everywhere but you. It's probably a good call for you too because you're unsure of how to face him after the information drop.

Eventually, seeing the troubled boy, you could only smile somberly. You've been prepared for this moment your whole life. The way that your eyes aren't welling up is a miracle. Pushing your feelings away, you shuffle closer to him, landing a soft touch on his forearm. The boy widens his eyes at the hug you offer. The pats on his broad back is slow, and unknowing of your heavy emotions, he found reassurance in them.

"Yun, we can talk about this later, you know?"

"No, we can't," he shakes his head. "Because what if you fall in love tomorrow?"

"I doubt it, but we can still talk about your love life even if I do-"

Yunho pulls away, a firm hold on your shoulders. "Don't go tomorrow. Please don't fall in love with someone other than me."

Your eyes widen and with the stunned look at your face, Yunho contemplates laughing his words away. But the thought of losing you made him gulp his nervousness away. The hands on your shoulders slide to your hands, holding them gently. His gaze settles upon you, taking in the way your lips have parted.

"I know it's unfair to say this, but I just can't see the girl I've been head over heels with fall in love with someone she's met in a day." Yunho's voice grows quieter with each word, but had no intention from stopping. "If you want to go, I won't stop you. You know I'll always support you," he chuckles timidly. "But I wish you wouldn't go…I wish you would selfishly just stay with me. Y/N, I-" he exhales, "I've always only seen you. I've always loved you as a friend, but more than that for the longest time."

You didn't mean to stumble back at that moment, and Yunho steps forward to break a potential fall. But he retracts in the last second, scared that you needed space. He looks down to the silly pattern of his socks, lips trapped between his teeth in defeat.

"I'm sorry if this made you uncomfortable," he begins again. "I'll just…" he throws a thumb behind him, beginning to walk away. It's when he turns away that you stop him, an arm around his middle and your cheek against his back. "Y-Y/N?"

You shake your head, figuring out the words that you want to say. "I didn't mean to back away at that moment, Yun. I-I'm just shocked that you like me in that way."

Yunho just looks at your intertwined hands. "You don't have to answer. And if you don't feel the same way, we can still be friends-"

"I don't want to be friends, Yunho."

Something in Yunho breaks apart. His chest pangs in hurt, and he has to suppress the growing tears. When you let him go, he had to force every muscle within him to move. You step infront of him before he could do so, pressing a sure kiss onto his chin. Mirroring your previous look, his eyes widen, the tips of his fingers touching where your lips were on his skin.

"I love you more than friends, Yunho."

He spent no time in getting your presence closer to him, cradling you into him. Your head to his chest while a hand combs through your hair. His other arm supporting your lower body to slightly lift you so that he could press a tender kiss to your forehead.

Disbelief washes over him, "Y-You're not joking, right?"

Your eyebrow raises, "What can I do to convince you?"

"Kiss me," he replies. "Not on my lips because you might get sick but just kiss me again-"

You didn't listen to his worries. If you got sick, then you could stay in with him; given your parents would let you out the house. So, you tiptoed as you gently nudge his nose with yours and hugged his bottom lips with yours. Yunho melts, his shoulders relaxing and chest full of love. The corner of his lips rises, only fueling the intimacy of the moment.

"Now, couldn't you guys have waited until after Yunho is healthy?" The introduction of the new voice is teasing but the only thing breaking apart is the kiss. "Okay, Yunho, sleep," his mother points deeper in the house. "Y/N, there's mouthwash in the bathroom for you to use."

"Mum!"

He hates being sick because it would always keep him away from you. And, now that he's had a taste of your sweet lips, he can't risk another sickness. He's too lovesick for you. And that's the only 'sickness' he could approve of.

navi/masterlist!! 🤍 ateez masterlist

I DIDN'T REALISE I NEVER POSTED THIS ONE AND THAT I WAS I DIDN'T POST LAST MONTH 😭😭 hope you enjoy this one as i try my best to post a longer yunho fic 🤭

"Y/N! Thank goodness!" Mrs Jeong immediately embraces you, not waiting for you to shake off any snow on your outfit. "Thank you so much for coming."

"Of course. I wasn't doing anything important anyway, so thank you for calling me." You're not lying about that. You didn't think that preparing for tomorrow's blind date was important, at least not more important than Yunho.

The woman called you a few minutes ago, asking you to come over and take care of his bedridden son. From Yunho's insane schedule, you couldn't say that you didn't know this wasn't going to come. You warned him through text messages to dress warmly and to drink hot beverages against the cold weather. Your best friend said that he would do all those things, but given how you're here now, you wonder how much of it was actually true.

"I really have to run to the hospital now. I'm so sorry, sweetheart."

"No, please. It's okay!" You reassure her. As you hang your winter coat, you retrieve hers. "I hope everything is okay at the hospital. Drive safety, Auntie."

She's already halfway out the front door as you finish your greetings, but she turns back with a kind smile on her face. "Let me know if Yunho brings you real trouble. I'll smack him awake when I get home."

You shake your head playfully, watching her start the engine and driving away with a waving arm out the window. The front door closes with a reassuring click. Scanning the house, you clean the slight mess in the kitchen before checking up on Yunho. Besides, if you want to cook a hearty meal for him, it would be good to work in a cleaner space.

Across the hall, where the feverish boy lies under his blanket, he stirs awake at the mumbled engine. Yunho's eyelids feel especially heavy, and so does his back as he attempts to sit on his bed. The only light source was from the slightest crack on the bottom of his bedroom door, and despite that, his eyes squinted as if the room were on fire.

The poor boy pouts and sniffs before throwing his legs to the side of the bed to aim for the kitchen. He could tell that whoever is in the space is trying to keep their noises down as much as possible, and he smiles weakly at the consideration. He slides his feet across the wooden floor until he catches your familiar back on the sink.

His eyes are now better adjusted to the light, taking in the view in front of him: his childhood best friend, whom he has been in love with for so long, cleaning the familiar bowls and cutlery of his dinner from an hour ago. You hum lightly, shoulders swaying gently side to side to a rhythm. Yunho leans against the wall, eyes closing in relaxation to your voice. He could slumber back asleep at your singing, and the weakened state of his body only welcomed your tune even more.

"Yunho?" His name from your lips came as a calm whisper, but your frowning lips say otherwise. "I'm sorry, did I wake you?"You abandon the sink to skip towards him.

The boy shakes his head. "Did my mum call you here?"

"The hospital needed her urgently, and she was worried about leaving you alone, so she called me." As soon as you finish, your concerned look is replaced with a disapproving one. Your arms crossed against your chest, and an eyebrow rises. "Did you really keep yourself warm like you supposedly said you would on text?"

"Well, technically, the fact is that now I am warm so-"

"Yunho!" You exclaim. "I'm serious! Stop joking around! Your boss overworks you, and you don't know when you take breaks yourself. You wake up early and voluntarily stay towards the end to help your team members, which is fine, but not at the expense of your own health! Then I get texts from you," you whip your phone out, waiting for this moment:

golden puppy

don't be mad but

i got sick :((

BUT IT'S NOT SERIOUS OR ANYTHING

IT'S JUST A FEVER AND COLD AND COUGH

I'LL BE FINE SOON I PROMISE :((

"And mind you, that was four days ago, and the fact that your mum wouldn't leave you alone means that you're not at all better yet! Yunho, I told you to-"

Your rant is interrupted when Yunho can no longer keep his lips together. A snort came out from him, and if it's not the situation, you would've made fun of him. Realising his mistake, Yunho slaps a hand to his mouth, blinking innocently at you.

You roll your eyes, arms rising in exasperation. "I can't believe you. You're sick and all you're gonna do is laugh?"

"No, no," he puts his hands together, head hanging low. "I'm sorry. It seemed like I worried you a lot. I really did try to take care of myself…"

You exhale at his apology, knowing well that there's nothing much that you can do now. The prevention stage was a failure, and now you need to focus on helping Yunho recover as fast as possible.

You reach for his forehead against the back of your palm, your lips turning down at the temperature. "You're still really warm, Yun."

"Like I said, I am warm-" you smack his chest before he could finish.

"Go back to your room and sleep, you giant puppy." You uusher him out of the room by his shoulders and turn him around to the direction of his bedroom. Yunho didn't push against you, secretly needing you for energy anyway.

As soon as you turn the doorknob open, you can tell he's been living in there for the past week. The curtains are slightly opened, possibly to let a relaxing amount of sun in during daylight, but he never got to put away his laundry properly into his closet. There's a half-empty cup of water on his bedside table, and you could tell he fell asleep while gaming with his phone on his bed. You're reminded of Yunho's condition when he coughs beside you, hunching over as you pat his back with a knit between your eyebrows.

"Okay, come on," you guide him to the bed, making sure he slowly sits on the bed. You found his medicine checklist for the day, seeing that he hasn't checked off one after dinner. You wanted to scold him, but backed down when he looked over at you apologetically. You pop the aluminium cover of the medicine, dropping the pill into his palm. "Here," you kneel next to him and pass him the glass. "No, finish it," you tilt the cup back to his lips.

Yunho sighs in relief, regarding a soft smile. You brush his bangs to the side of his face calmly. He relaxes to your touch, reaching for your other free hand to hold. In the act, he pulls you closer and slots you between his legs. He rests his head on your chest, indulging himself in your familiar scent.

"Did I worry you that much?" He mumbles.

You hum, "You always make me worry."

"Yeah?" He pulls away slightly to see you properly, mischief written all over his eyes, "Are you worried about me, or are you worried about how no one can pick you up if you're in trouble?"

"Hey! I'm very capable of taking care of myself."

Yunho tilts his head in contemplation. "Tell me that again when you miss your bus."

"Shut up!" You ruffle his hair in laughter, whilst he tries to grab hold of you. "Fine then, next time I won't call you and you can explain to my mum why I would arrive home later than I should be!"

Yunho chuckles, "As if you wouldn't call me!"

The room blossoms with laughter until Yunho clears the itch down his throat. Your bottom lip juts, eyes looking over his pale face. "Alright, let's get you resting, okay?"

Stubbornly, he shakes his head and resorts to hiding his face in your chest. Without notice, an arm slithers to the back of your knees, and his other supports you back. You yelp as Yunho places you onto his lap and buries his face in the crook of your neck.

"Yunho?"

He inhales, "You should go before you get sick." But even though it's his suggestion, he only held you tighter. His thumb soothes the side of your knee, and you swear your heart skipped a beat or two. "Thank you for coming."

"Of course," you acknowledge. "You know I always would."

You're reminded of what you were doing before rushing over to Yunho's house. Your potential dresses for the date were all over the bed, and you were passing through your makeup bag aimlessly when none of the outfits felt fitting. You sent some of the pictures to Mingi, who was the one to set you up in the first place, but the man didn't offer much help. To be honest, Yunho would've been better for this kind of advice, but other than the fact that he's under the weather, you were scared of what he would say to you.

When Mingi rushed to tell you about the blind date excitedly, Yunho was next to you. He was silent throughout the whole time Mingi was filling you in on the details: about how he was showing a group picture with you in it, about how Mingi told his friend you're single, and that Mingi would let him know if you would be down for the date. You hesitated at first, and you stole a glance at Yunho, who stared off into the distance. He didn't tell you not to go, but he didn't encourage you either. All he did was playfully nudge you by the shoulder and indifferently say, "Well, whatever you choose to do, I support you." And for some reason, that should've comforted you, knowing that your best friend would always reliably support you. But as much as he's your best friend, he's someone that you love more than just friends, and his 'encouragement' hurt more than ever.

As if he read your mind, Yunho comments tiredly, "Are you excited for tomorrow?"

Unconsciously, you grip onto his arm, "I guess? I don't know this guy other than he's Mingi's friend."

"I'm Mingi's friend too." The comment was supposed to be kept in his head.

"I know…?" You furrow your eyebrows.

"So, you're only going because it's Mingi's friend?" He completely pulls away from you this time. His eyes lost the glimmer from the light moments a few minutes ago, and he looks into your orbs delicately. "Are you really going tomorrow?"

"Well, I have no reason not to go," you gulp.

Yunho's shoulders visibly slump, and he nods defeatedly, "I see."

The hand on your back moves to pat your head. Whilst Yunho already looks away, you couldn't help but keep your eyes on his side profile. Your eyes trace his cheekbones to the slope of his nose. The way his lips slightly parted as he breathed warmly against your skin. You had to forcefully turn your head away.

"Let me know if you need me to pick you up after."

You shake your head. "I doubt you'll be better by tomorrow."

"But if you ask me to, I would do it regardless."

Tell me not to go, you wanted to tell him. You want him to tell you that the date isn't worth it. That the date won't be fun. That he's sick and that you should take care of him instead. You wanted him to tell you to stay the night, so that you'll have a better excuse of coming to the date late or better yet, to not show up at all.

"Okay," is the reply you settled on. You will yourself to look at him one last time before walking away for him to rest. Yunho looks back at you when you poke his moles. "They're cute."

"I remember that time you said that you wanted to bite me because they looked like chocolate chips."

"I was a kid and I was craving chocolates!" You try to reason.

"And then you almost burnt the house down trying to bake some."

"We almost burnt the house down. Don't leave yourself out of the situation!"

You finally hop out of his embrace, already missing the stability that Yunho gave. But you knew that if you didn't, Yunho would never get the rest that he needed. Understanding you, Yunho finally lies down whilst you tuck him in.

"I'll be here until your mum comes back. I'm just in the living room if you need anything."

"Alright."

Making sure he's tucked in, you finally lift yourself off the bed. "Sweet dreams."

Your intentions to leave the room were so that he could rest, but your absence only made Yunho toss and turn around the bed. His mind wanders to how your hand could be interlaced with someone else. How you might tell him about your life stories, and if he would come up in the conversation. If you would fall in love with him, the same way that he's fallen in love with you all these years. And if he told you now, would you not go? Would you stay with him to make sure he would recover properly? Or would saying anything only make you turn away and never look back? He couldn't imagine losing you over a petty confession, but could he deal with the consequences of a possible successful date that you go to that's not with him?

"No," he concluded. "I can't deal with it."

Deciding that reason alone is enough, he kicks his blanket away and yanks his door open. If you left, he would've known since he wasn't asleep, but if you did, he knew he wouldn't be able to stop you properly. At the approaching footsteps, you swirl your head back to see Yunho behind the couch. His face is slightly flushed, and he hurries over to the other side to face you properly.

"I'm in love with someone." Yunho gulps as you blink at him wordlessly.

"O-Okay?" You stutter despite the sharp pain against your chest. "Who? Do I know her?"

"Y-Yeah, I'll tell you after your date tomorrow." With that, he begins walking away.

You raised an eyebrow, taken aback at the response. "You're telling me all that, but you're not telling me the full story?"

"R-Right, no. You're right, uhm," Yunho fidgets in his spot. His fingers push against each other, eyes wandering around everywhere but you. It's probably a good call for you too because you're unsure of how to face him after the information drop.

Eventually, seeing the troubled boy, you could only smile somberly. You've been prepared for this moment your whole life. The way that your eyes aren't welling up is a miracle. Pushing your feelings away, you shuffle closer to him, landing a soft touch on his forearm. The boy widens his eyes at the hug you offer. The pats on his broad back is slow, and unknowing of your heavy emotions, he found reassurance in them.

"Yun, we can talk about this later, you know?"

"No, we can't," he shakes his head. "Because what if you fall in love tomorrow?"

"I doubt it, but we can still talk about your love life even if I do-"

Yunho pulls away, a firm hold on your shoulders. "Don't go tomorrow. Please don't fall in love with someone other than me."

Your eyes widen and with the stunned look at your face, Yunho contemplates laughing his words away. But the thought of losing you made him gulp his nervousness away. The hands on your shoulders slide to your hands, holding them gently. His gaze settles upon you, taking in the way your lips have parted.

"I know it's unfair to say this, but I just can't see the girl I've been head over heels with fall in love with someone she's met in a day." Yunho's voice grows quieter with each word, but had no intention from stopping. "If you want to go, I won't stop you. You know I'll always support you," he chuckles timidly. "But I wish you wouldn't go…I wish you would selfishly just stay with me. Y/N, I-" he exhales, "I've always only seen you. I've always loved you as a friend, but more than that for the longest time."

You didn't mean to stumble back at that moment, and Yunho steps forward to break a potential fall. But he retracts in the last second, scared that you needed space. He looks down to the silly pattern of his socks, lips trapped between his teeth in defeat.

"I'm sorry if this made you uncomfortable," he begins again. "I'll just…" he throws a thumb behind him, beginning to walk away. It's when he turns away that you stop him, an arm around his middle and your cheek against his back. "Y-Y/N?"

You shake your head, figuring out the words that you want to say. "I didn't mean to back away at that moment, Yun. I-I'm just shocked that you like me in that way."

Yunho just looks at your intertwined hands. "You don't have to answer. And if you don't feel the same way, we can still be friends-"

"I don't want to be friends, Yunho."

Something in Yunho breaks apart. His chest pangs in hurt, and he has to suppress the growing tears. When you let him go, he had to force every muscle within him to move. You step infront of him before he could do so, pressing a sure kiss onto his chin. Mirroring your previous look, his eyes widen, the tips of his fingers touching where your lips were on his skin.

"I love you more than friends, Yunho."

He spent no time in getting your presence closer to him, cradling you into him. Your head to his chest while a hand combs through your hair. His other arm supporting your lower body to slightly lift you so that he could press a tender kiss to your forehead.

Disbelief washes over him, "Y-You're not joking, right?"

Your eyebrow raises, "What can I do to convince you?"

"Kiss me," he replies. "Not on my lips because you might get sick but just kiss me again-"

You didn't listen to his worries. If you got sick, then you could stay in with him; given your parents would let you out the house. So, you tiptoed as you gently nudge his nose with yours and hugged his bottom lips with yours. Yunho melts, his shoulders relaxing and chest full of love. The corner of his lips rises, only fueling the intimacy of the moment.

"Now, couldn't you guys have waited until after Yunho is healthy?" The introduction of the new voice is teasing but the only thing breaking apart is the kiss. "Okay, Yunho, sleep," his mother points deeper in the house. "Y/N, there's mouthwash in the bathroom for you to use."

"Mum!"

He hates being sick because it would always keep him away from you. And, now that he's had a taste of your sweet lips, he can't risk another sickness. He's too lovesick for you. And that's the only 'sickness' he could approve of.

navi/masterlist!! 🤍 ateez masterlist

I DIDN'T REALISE I NEVER POSTED THIS ONE AND THAT I WAS I DIDN'T POST LAST MONTH 😭😭 hope you enjoy this one as i try my best to post a longer yunho fic 🤭

"Y/N! Thank goodness!" Mrs Jeong immediately embraces you, not waiting for you to shake off any snow on your outfit. "Thank you so much for coming."

"Of course. I wasn't doing anything important anyway, so thank you for calling me." You're not lying about that. You didn't think that preparing for tomorrow's blind date was important, at least not more important than Yunho.

The woman called you a few minutes ago, asking you to come over and take care of his bedridden son. From Yunho's insane schedule, you couldn't say that you didn't know this wasn't going to come. You warned him through text messages to dress warmly and to drink hot beverages against the cold weather. Your best friend said that he would do all those things, but given how you're here now, you wonder how much of it was actually true.

"I really have to run to the hospital now. I'm so sorry, sweetheart."

"No, please. It's okay!" You reassure her. As you hang your winter coat, you retrieve hers. "I hope everything is okay at the hospital. Drive safety, Auntie."

She's already halfway out the front door as you finish your greetings, but she turns back with a kind smile on her face. "Let me know if Yunho brings you real trouble. I'll smack him awake when I get home."

You shake your head playfully, watching her start the engine and driving away with a waving arm out the window. The front door closes with a reassuring click. Scanning the house, you clean the slight mess in the kitchen before checking up on Yunho. Besides, if you want to cook a hearty meal for him, it would be good to work in a cleaner space.

Across the hall, where the feverish boy lies under his blanket, he stirs awake at the mumbled engine. Yunho's eyelids feel especially heavy, and so does his back as he attempts to sit on his bed. The only light source was from the slightest crack on the bottom of his bedroom door, and despite that, his eyes squinted as if the room were on fire.

The poor boy pouts and sniffs before throwing his legs to the side of the bed to aim for the kitchen. He could tell that whoever is in the space is trying to keep their noises down as much as possible, and he smiles weakly at the consideration. He slides his feet across the wooden floor until he catches your familiar back on the sink.

His eyes are now better adjusted to the light, taking in the view in front of him: his childhood best friend, whom he has been in love with for so long, cleaning the familiar bowls and cutlery of his dinner from an hour ago. You hum lightly, shoulders swaying gently side to side to a rhythm. Yunho leans against the wall, eyes closing in relaxation to your voice. He could slumber back asleep at your singing, and the weakened state of his body only welcomed your tune even more.

"Yunho?" His name from your lips came as a calm whisper, but your frowning lips say otherwise. "I'm sorry, did I wake you?"You abandon the sink to skip towards him.

The boy shakes his head. "Did my mum call you here?"

"The hospital needed her urgently, and she was worried about leaving you alone, so she called me." As soon as you finish, your concerned look is replaced with a disapproving one. Your arms crossed against your chest, and an eyebrow rises. "Did you really keep yourself warm like you supposedly said you would on text?"

"Well, technically, the fact is that now I am warm so-"

"Yunho!" You exclaim. "I'm serious! Stop joking around! Your boss overworks you, and you don't know when you take breaks yourself. You wake up early and voluntarily stay towards the end to help your team members, which is fine, but not at the expense of your own health! Then I get texts from you," you whip your phone out, waiting for this moment:

golden puppy

don't be mad but

i got sick :((

BUT IT'S NOT SERIOUS OR ANYTHING

IT'S JUST A FEVER AND COLD AND COUGH

I'LL BE FINE SOON I PROMISE :((

"And mind you, that was four days ago, and the fact that your mum wouldn't leave you alone means that you're not at all better yet! Yunho, I told you to-"

Your rant is interrupted when Yunho can no longer keep his lips together. A snort came out from him, and if it's not the situation, you would've made fun of him. Realising his mistake, Yunho slaps a hand to his mouth, blinking innocently at you.

You roll your eyes, arms rising in exasperation. "I can't believe you. You're sick and all you're gonna do is laugh?"

"No, no," he puts his hands together, head hanging low. "I'm sorry. It seemed like I worried you a lot. I really did try to take care of myself…"

You exhale at his apology, knowing well that there's nothing much that you can do now. The prevention stage was a failure, and now you need to focus on helping Yunho recover as fast as possible.

You reach for his forehead against the back of your palm, your lips turning down at the temperature. "You're still really warm, Yun."

"Like I said, I am warm-" you smack his chest before he could finish.

"Go back to your room and sleep, you giant puppy." You uusher him out of the room by his shoulders and turn him around to the direction of his bedroom. Yunho didn't push against you, secretly needing you for energy anyway.

As soon as you turn the doorknob open, you can tell he's been living in there for the past week. The curtains are slightly opened, possibly to let a relaxing amount of sun in during daylight, but he never got to put away his laundry properly into his closet. There's a half-empty cup of water on his bedside table, and you could tell he fell asleep while gaming with his phone on his bed. You're reminded of Yunho's condition when he coughs beside you, hunching over as you pat his back with a knit between your eyebrows.

"Okay, come on," you guide him to the bed, making sure he slowly sits on the bed. You found his medicine checklist for the day, seeing that he hasn't checked off one after dinner. You wanted to scold him, but backed down when he looked over at you apologetically. You pop the aluminium cover of the medicine, dropping the pill into his palm. "Here," you kneel next to him and pass him the glass. "No, finish it," you tilt the cup back to his lips.

Yunho sighs in relief, regarding a soft smile. You brush his bangs to the side of his face calmly. He relaxes to your touch, reaching for your other free hand to hold. In the act, he pulls you closer and slots you between his legs. He rests his head on your chest, indulging himself in your familiar scent.

"Did I worry you that much?" He mumbles.

You hum, "You always make me worry."

"Yeah?" He pulls away slightly to see you properly, mischief written all over his eyes, "Are you worried about me, or are you worried about how no one can pick you up if you're in trouble?"

"Hey! I'm very capable of taking care of myself."

Yunho tilts his head in contemplation. "Tell me that again when you miss your bus."

"Shut up!" You ruffle his hair in laughter, whilst he tries to grab hold of you. "Fine then, next time I won't call you and you can explain to my mum why I would arrive home later than I should be!"

Yunho chuckles, "As if you wouldn't call me!"

The room blossoms with laughter until Yunho clears the itch down his throat. Your bottom lip juts, eyes looking over his pale face. "Alright, let's get you resting, okay?"

Stubbornly, he shakes his head and resorts to hiding his face in your chest. Without notice, an arm slithers to the back of your knees, and his other supports you back. You yelp as Yunho places you onto his lap and buries his face in the crook of your neck.

"Yunho?"

He inhales, "You should go before you get sick." But even though it's his suggestion, he only held you tighter. His thumb soothes the side of your knee, and you swear your heart skipped a beat or two. "Thank you for coming."

"Of course," you acknowledge. "You know I always would."

You're reminded of what you were doing before rushing over to Yunho's house. Your potential dresses for the date were all over the bed, and you were passing through your makeup bag aimlessly when none of the outfits felt fitting. You sent some of the pictures to Mingi, who was the one to set you up in the first place, but the man didn't offer much help. To be honest, Yunho would've been better for this kind of advice, but other than the fact that he's under the weather, you were scared of what he would say to you.

When Mingi rushed to tell you about the blind date excitedly, Yunho was next to you. He was silent throughout the whole time Mingi was filling you in on the details: about how he was showing a group picture with you in it, about how Mingi told his friend you're single, and that Mingi would let him know if you would be down for the date. You hesitated at first, and you stole a glance at Yunho, who stared off into the distance. He didn't tell you not to go, but he didn't encourage you either. All he did was playfully nudge you by the shoulder and indifferently say, "Well, whatever you choose to do, I support you." And for some reason, that should've comforted you, knowing that your best friend would always reliably support you. But as much as he's your best friend, he's someone that you love more than just friends, and his 'encouragement' hurt more than ever.

As if he read your mind, Yunho comments tiredly, "Are you excited for tomorrow?"

Unconsciously, you grip onto his arm, "I guess? I don't know this guy other than he's Mingi's friend."

"I'm Mingi's friend too." The comment was supposed to be kept in his head.

"I know…?" You furrow your eyebrows.

"So, you're only going because it's Mingi's friend?" He completely pulls away from you this time. His eyes lost the glimmer from the light moments a few minutes ago, and he looks into your orbs delicately. "Are you really going tomorrow?"

"Well, I have no reason not to go," you gulp.

Yunho's shoulders visibly slump, and he nods defeatedly, "I see."

The hand on your back moves to pat your head. Whilst Yunho already looks away, you couldn't help but keep your eyes on his side profile. Your eyes trace his cheekbones to the slope of his nose. The way his lips slightly parted as he breathed warmly against your skin. You had to forcefully turn your head away.

"Let me know if you need me to pick you up after."

You shake your head. "I doubt you'll be better by tomorrow."

"But if you ask me to, I would do it regardless."

Tell me not to go, you wanted to tell him. You want him to tell you that the date isn't worth it. That the date won't be fun. That he's sick and that you should take care of him instead. You wanted him to tell you to stay the night, so that you'll have a better excuse of coming to the date late or better yet, to not show up at all.

"Okay," is the reply you settled on. You will yourself to look at him one last time before walking away for him to rest. Yunho looks back at you when you poke his moles. "They're cute."

"I remember that time you said that you wanted to bite me because they looked like chocolate chips."

"I was a kid and I was craving chocolates!" You try to reason.

"And then you almost burnt the house down trying to bake some."

"We almost burnt the house down. Don't leave yourself out of the situation!"

You finally hop out of his embrace, already missing the stability that Yunho gave. But you knew that if you didn't, Yunho would never get the rest that he needed. Understanding you, Yunho finally lies down whilst you tuck him in.

"I'll be here until your mum comes back. I'm just in the living room if you need anything."

"Alright."

Making sure he's tucked in, you finally lift yourself off the bed. "Sweet dreams."

Your intentions to leave the room were so that he could rest, but your absence only made Yunho toss and turn around the bed. His mind wanders to how your hand could be interlaced with someone else. How you might tell him about your life stories, and if he would come up in the conversation. If you would fall in love with him, the same way that he's fallen in love with you all these years. And if he told you now, would you not go? Would you stay with him to make sure he would recover properly? Or would saying anything only make you turn away and never look back? He couldn't imagine losing you over a petty confession, but could he deal with the consequences of a possible successful date that you go to that's not with him?

"No," he concluded. "I can't deal with it."

Deciding that reason alone is enough, he kicks his blanket away and yanks his door open. If you left, he would've known since he wasn't asleep, but if you did, he knew he wouldn't be able to stop you properly. At the approaching footsteps, you swirl your head back to see Yunho behind the couch. His face is slightly flushed, and he hurries over to the other side to face you properly.

"I'm in love with someone." Yunho gulps as you blink at him wordlessly.

"O-Okay?" You stutter despite the sharp pain against your chest. "Who? Do I know her?"

"Y-Yeah, I'll tell you after your date tomorrow." With that, he begins walking away.

You raised an eyebrow, taken aback at the response. "You're telling me all that, but you're not telling me the full story?"

"R-Right, no. You're right, uhm," Yunho fidgets in his spot. His fingers push against each other, eyes wandering around everywhere but you. It's probably a good call for you too because you're unsure of how to face him after the information drop.

Eventually, seeing the troubled boy, you could only smile somberly. You've been prepared for this moment your whole life. The way that your eyes aren't welling up is a miracle. Pushing your feelings away, you shuffle closer to him, landing a soft touch on his forearm. The boy widens his eyes at the hug you offer. The pats on his broad back is slow, and unknowing of your heavy emotions, he found reassurance in them.

"Yun, we can talk about this later, you know?"

"No, we can't," he shakes his head. "Because what if you fall in love tomorrow?"

"I doubt it, but we can still talk about your love life even if I do-"

Yunho pulls away, a firm hold on your shoulders. "Don't go tomorrow. Please don't fall in love with someone other than me."

Your eyes widen and with the stunned look at your face, Yunho contemplates laughing his words away. But the thought of losing you made him gulp his nervousness away. The hands on your shoulders slide to your hands, holding them gently. His gaze settles upon you, taking in the way your lips have parted.

"I know it's unfair to say this, but I just can't see the girl I've been head over heels with fall in love with someone she's met in a day." Yunho's voice grows quieter with each word, but had no intention from stopping. "If you want to go, I won't stop you. You know I'll always support you," he chuckles timidly. "But I wish you wouldn't go…I wish you would selfishly just stay with me. Y/N, I-" he exhales, "I've always only seen you. I've always loved you as a friend, but more than that for the longest time."

You didn't mean to stumble back at that moment, and Yunho steps forward to break a potential fall. But he retracts in the last second, scared that you needed space. He looks down to the silly pattern of his socks, lips trapped between his teeth in defeat.

"I'm sorry if this made you uncomfortable," he begins again. "I'll just…" he throws a thumb behind him, beginning to walk away. It's when he turns away that you stop him, an arm around his middle and your cheek against his back. "Y-Y/N?"

You shake your head, figuring out the words that you want to say. "I didn't mean to back away at that moment, Yun. I-I'm just shocked that you like me in that way."

Yunho just looks at your intertwined hands. "You don't have to answer. And if you don't feel the same way, we can still be friends-"

"I don't want to be friends, Yunho."

Something in Yunho breaks apart. His chest pangs in hurt, and he has to suppress the growing tears. When you let him go, he had to force every muscle within him to move. You step infront of him before he could do so, pressing a sure kiss onto his chin. Mirroring your previous look, his eyes widen, the tips of his fingers touching where your lips were on his skin.

"I love you more than friends, Yunho."

He spent no time in getting your presence closer to him, cradling you into him. Your head to his chest while a hand combs through your hair. His other arm supporting your lower body to slightly lift you so that he could press a tender kiss to your forehead.

Disbelief washes over him, "Y-You're not joking, right?"

Your eyebrow raises, "What can I do to convince you?"

"Kiss me," he replies. "Not on my lips because you might get sick but just kiss me again-"

You didn't listen to his worries. If you got sick, then you could stay in with him; given your parents would let you out the house. So, you tiptoed as you gently nudge his nose with yours and hugged his bottom lips with yours. Yunho melts, his shoulders relaxing and chest full of love. The corner of his lips rises, only fueling the intimacy of the moment.

"Now, couldn't you guys have waited until after Yunho is healthy?" The introduction of the new voice is teasing but the only thing breaking apart is the kiss. "Okay, Yunho, sleep," his mother points deeper in the house. "Y/N, there's mouthwash in the bathroom for you to use."

"Mum!"

He hates being sick because it would always keep him away from you. And, now that he's had a taste of your sweet lips, he can't risk another sickness. He's too lovesick for you. And that's the only 'sickness' he could approve of.

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Today is one of the biggest stages of your career. After being announced as the winner at an internationally recognised piano competition, winners from the last decade have all been invited under one roof to perform. Performers were given the chance to bring their friends and family. Your immediate family has been sitting comfortably in the venue for an hour before the concert started. Your mum insisted on coming in earlier for better seats, even though you explained many times that it's reserved ticketed seats. You found out later that it's because she wanted to take lots of photos of her daughter.

Of course, you invited Yunho to the event too. Upon mentioning the event, Yunho's smile fell as he mentioned the clash in his schedule. Your concert falls on the day before his birthday, and also during a tour stop. You spent the whole night celebrating him on call, falling asleep to his light snores from your earphones. By the time the sun rises, you're greeted with a good morning and good luck text for the day. You were about to reply to his text, but decided to press the green call button. He picks up the call with a radiant smile. He's devastated that he wouldn't be there, and you're devastated that you won't be next to him on an annual personal celebration.

"It'll all be recorded, Yuyu."

"Yeah, but," Yunho's shoulders slump, "it's not the same…I want to be there…"

You want him to be there, too. But at the start of this relationship, you both promised that, as much as you're each other's priority, unless it's a dire situation, both of you would put your work first. The stages where you both committed as a career, and where you both have the power to move the audience. The stage is the ground for creativity. The stage that you both aimed for together in high school and brought you both closer together.

There isn't much time left until you both need to go. Your concert is towards the start of the day, whilst ATEEZ's concert is at night. But, due to preparations, Yunho's day basically starts on the same day as yours.

You pout at a staff calling for Yunho at the background. "I'll call you tonight?"

Yunho blows a kiss to you. "As soon as the concert is finished, I'll call you."

You didn't say much to that, because you already had something up your sleeve. You've booked a flight to Malaysia, where ATEEZ is. You wanted to have it as a surprise, having the rest of the members by your side to plan this whole celebration out. With a final kiss to the screen, you got yourself ready to perform, smiling at the packed luggage in your waiting room before heading out.

Your playing went smoothly, your body relaxed, and your fingers skillfully going over the keys with flawless technicality. The audience erupts in claps as soon as your stage is finished, and you join your family in the audience. As soon as the event was finished, you took photos with the rest of the winners from previous years, connecting with those you've admired from the start of your journey. You're the luckiest to be able to have your belongings signed, and even luckier that they wanted to have theirs signed with yours. When the venue starts clearing, you're part of the crowd that rushes to the airport. Your family sends you knowing looks and passes their present for your boyfriend.

"Have a safe flight, and don't make him stay up too late. He's too tired to deal with your energy."

Your dad nods to your mum's teasing, and you playfully roll your eyes before heading off to check in. Waiting to board, you recorded a short voice message to your boyfriend, making sure your surroundings didn't sound like the airport. A final call to a flight almost exposed you, but you managed to send the recording just in time. A second after it's sent, Yunho comes online, hyping and congratulating you. He sends a quick mirror selfie with some makeup artists preparing him for soundcheck happening in a few hours. His contact name flashes on your screen for a video call request, and you run to a white wall as a background.

"Hi," you fix your hair after the rush.

Yunho raises an eyebrow. "You okay? Why do you look like you're running away from something?"

You chuckle, if only he knew you're trying to run to him. "Just stopping by my mum's office to collect something before going out to eat dinner."

"Make sure you get all the good things, love."

"I will." And his phone is snatched away from Wooyoung. "Hi, Woo!"

"Y/N! How was the stage? You need to send videos! We're all waiting." As soon as Wooyoung says the collective term, Mingi and San waves to the camera.

"Yep," San nods. "Definitely waiting." His tone is knowing and you put your index finger to your lips. San winks, throwing a thumbs up.

"Yunho is sulking because you're not here," Mingi's words gets Yunho to fake cry, and the room is full of laughter at the chaotic nature. "Yeah, see?"

You engaged with some small talk with them, as Hongjoong and Seonghwa joins in closely later. Yunho complains about his time with you being taken away as every second is precious admist the busy lives you both lead.

"Calm down! We don't get to talk to her much whenever we see her!" Seonghwa scolds him lightly.

Yunho doesn't know this as the members huddled around his phone as you chatter with them, but some members have their notes apps up, reassuring you that the cake and some light decorations you've ordered have arrived to the waiting room without his knowledge. You nod and give affirmative signs of relief and thankfulness, multi-tasking to engage with the conversation at the same time.

"I have to go," you smile at the members. "Can I see Yunho for a bit?" Yunho reaches for his phone without moving his body. "You look gorgeous," you see his cheeks blush underneath the makeup.

"Huge compliment coming from the gorgeous girl." He does his little nose scrunch, and you can't wait to see it soon in real life.

"I'll get going, but I'll see you soon, okay?" You hold up the promise ring that you turned into a necklace that Yunho gifted you on your anniversary. "I love you, Yunho."

"I love you more. Have a good dinner, okay?"

Yes, you will. A good dinner at a flight that will bring you closer to him.

According to your calculations, you should arrive in Malaysia closer to the end of the concert, but since this tour has send-offs, that give you more time to arrive to the venue, decorate the room and light the candles. Thankfully, the flight wasn't delayed, and you're able to find ATEEZ's manager easily.

"All ready?"

You nod to the manager's question, putting on your hat and mask in the car on the way to the concert venue. You're given the backstage landyard pass, and you're escorted into the waiting room where you greet some of the familiar company staff.

"They're at send-offs right now, and it'll probably only take another thirty minutes." You were informed, and got immediately to work with every second you have left.

The confetti is strung across the only blank wall. The rest of the staff helped with filling the space with balloons, as well as attaching a birthday banner and a silly memeful banner that you made with Jongho's help. The cake from the fridge is as perfect as the picture, and you settle the candles without lighting them yet. Soon, you hear some commotions down the hallway coming closer and louder. There were a pair of footsteps that seemed to rush first, and your eyes widen to a manager that hurriedly went out to check. Unfortunately, they were a bit too late because Yeosang comes in and stood still for a while.

He sees you, does a little clap of realisation and walks out. You hear the manager quickly calling to the members that they should do a quick group photo as a selfie and maybe film a few reels for the future to post. You see the work of the room, the staff cooing and melting at your gesture. One already has your phone, asking you to pose and ready to record you surprising Yunho. After final reassuring thumbs up, you texted Mingi for an 'okay' sign. You quickly light the candles of the cake, smiling to the camera as you hear the boys chattering outside.

"Why are you all pushing me to go first?" Yunho retaliates with obvious laughter. "What do you guys have in here that-"

The confettis pop as soon as Yunho walks in, and even though the noise was louder than most of the staff thought, your boyfriend is frozen as soon as he sees you. He blinks rapidly, hand that was once on the door handle falling to his side. He looks towards the members, hand covering his mouth in shock while they had proud smiles behind their recording phones.

When he turns back around to you, you're already closer to him with a cake written to celebrate his birthday. "I know it's early, but happy birthday."

Yunho settles the cake on a nearby table, and pulls you into his figure. The members squeals and cheers for their favourite couple. Your boyfriend tucks his face to the crook of your neck, holding onto you in disbelief. You happily return the embrace, playing with his hair and presses multiple kisses on his cheek.

"H-How are you here?" He asks breathlessly. He could fall asleep to your light touches, and the way you giggle against the shell of his ear. "You're crazy…"

"About you, yes. I thought that was obvious." Yunho pulls away to properly look at you. The chain around your neck holds his name engraved in the simple ring, and his holds your name on his finger. The sight has his heart beating rapidly. He's so full of love for you, and the way his orbs sparkle at you is enough without words. He cups your cheek, leaning down to capture your lips. He exhales into the familiarity of your love, thumbs brushing over your cheekbones. When you pull away, he doesn't let you go completely, wrapping an arm around your waist. You bring the cake again, raising it closer to him. "Make a wish."

If it wasn't you holding the sweet treat, he would've wished that it was you. If it was him talking to you over the phone, he would've wished for your presence next to him. But you're here. You flew to him despite your tight schedule to be with him. You pulled it off successfully, and went above and beyond anything he could've wished for.

He closes his eyes before the candles. I wish that every second of my life would be spent with you, and blew the warmth lightly.

Yunho admires the backdrop you created, making sure you're in every single photo with him. The rest of the members did too, making sure to get multiple angles of you and Yunho in the same pose. When it was time to share the cake, Yunho has you snuggled next to him, resting his head on your shoulder. The staffs and members chatted amongst themselves.

"Thank you for being crazy and being here."

Your laughter is Yunho's favourite sound, and he's lucky to be the one you chose. "I must be crazily in love with you, that's why."

Yunho knows how that feels like, because he feels strongly the same way. His hand intertwines with yours and he kisses the back of your hand. You firmly hold him, turning to face him by your side. Your eyes met with his genuine, sweet and kind gaze. Yunho dips his face closer to you, and your eyelids flutter shut. His nose nudges with yours, pecking your lips before pulling away for another one.

"I love you so much more."

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Park Seonghwa

Seonghwa would be the type to make sure his little girl dressed appropriately and warmly before stepping outside to the cold. He would ask you multiple times if the layers are enough, not minding the way your child tried to reassure her dad that it was indeed more than enough.

"Dad, I'm going to be too hot!" Already beginning to take the scarf around her neck.

"Better this than getting sick!"

You press a reassuring kiss to his lips, "She's going to be fine, Hwa. She's going to be warm enough."

Your husband could only pout. "I just don't want her sick. The snow is fun and all but-"

"She won't be," you hushed him with another peck.

After, you kneel to adjust the scarf around your daughter's neck. Next, the jacket is zipped up to the top, and the knitted hat keeps her head warm and covered. As soon as the front door opens, your daughter grabs Seonghwa's hand, pulling her loving dad along with her to make snow angels. Seonghwa's worries disappeared almost immediately with how his little one encouraged him to fight the cold, trying to reason that if he put in passion into making the angel, his body would be warm anyway from the movement. In a way it's a true, and it did motivate Seonghwa to have the best time in the snow with his family.

Eventually, you got dragged into the snow too, and you lay on the other side of your daughter, imprinting your figures into the snow with your loving family. Soon, one snow angel turned into two, and the whole front yard became decorated in the family's figures; and a mini competition to who can make the most in the limited space.

Kim Hongjoong

"You want to go out?" Hongjoong made sure to double check his daughter's words. He looked over to the window, where rememnants of the snow still flickers in the air. "It's still snowing!"

"Exactly, dad!" Her little hands were too small to cover his, but even so, her eagerness to have fun after being cooped in the house during the storm a couple of days again only made her want to sprinkle snow everywhere. "Please dad? Mum said I could only go if you agree."

He peers over to the couch where you mischievously smirk to him. Everyone knows that he has always been an introvert who prefers a ceiling over his head. Because of the snow for safety reasons, he was able to make the best of winter with his family. But with that, your motherly instincts informed him that when the storm lets up, your daughter would one-hundred percent want to play in the snow. Hongjoong knew that you had a victory smile at the mini you's request, blowing a kiss to him to make sure he knows that you're right.

The man looks to his daughter once more, her eyes filled with hope. Who was he to take it away from her?

"On one condition," your daughter nods. "You and me, we're teaming up against your mum in a snowball fight."

The said snowball fight ended up with you sweeping an easy victory. Your husband is slightly clumsy, and your daughter is second to his clumsiness in that way. Plus, he isn't used to the cold, and even though your daughter was, what really secured your win is the way she betrayed her dad to join your team instead.

"Hey! That's unfa-" Poor Hongjoong couldn't finish his sentence with the snowball directly hitting his face.

Jeong Yunho

Ever since your little princess was born, your husband has paid his utmost attention to her. With the enormous love that he has for her, Yunho could never refuse those round, dazzling orbs whenever she asks her dad for something. You always had to remind him to not spoil her too much, and after each reminder, Yunho would cuddle you in an attempt to get you to go easy on him.

With that being said, there are a lot of times that his defeat led to a whole family win. Such as this time right now when you're washing the dishes from lunch and your girl tugs at your apron.

"Yes, Sweetie?" You bend over to press a forehead kiss to your daughter.

"Mumma, let's play in the snow!"

"Did you ask Dadda yet?"

She shakes her head. "But I'm sure he'll come along if you do!"

Yunho who's been eavesdropping peaks into the kitchen from the living room. "Yes!" Your husband delightfully accepts which delights your daughter. She runs towards her dad, getting carried in his arms. "Let's go play as a family!"

Without another second, Yunho reveals the secret stash of snow toys from under the cabinet. He's been keeping this for this moment, and you know how much he's been looking forward to use them. You shake your head at the snow sled, but somehow got convinced when the two most important people in your life endearly bribes you with kisses and hugs; those eyes are definitely genetics.

You abandoned the rest of the dishes that day, spending the rest of the afternoon building snow ducks along the porch. Your daughter sits on the sled as Yunho pulls her around the area by the connecting rope. And despite your worries of any injuries, you're sure that your daughter will come back unscratched since Yunho is there.

Kang Yeosang

"Snow, snow! It's snowing!"

Your son had the brightest idea to wake both Yeosang and you up as soon as the cloud sparkles diamonds down. Yeosang manages to fully awaken first, rubbing his eyes and calmly smiling to calm your son's energy. Of course, his attempt was formidable, but not so much in the long run as soon as he was fully awake.

"Mum! Dad!" Your son calls out for the nth time. He hops onto the bed, pulling your blanket away. "It's snowing! Let's go play!"

The sun has only been up in the sky for a few minutes, and it has you wondering if he even slept this whole time. Yeosang chuckles, smoothing down his son's hair.

"It's snowing?" Your son points at the window. "Ah…" Even with the remnants of sleep still within you, Yeosang's late realisation has you chuckling. "It really is snowing."

"I've been saying that for a while now, dad!"

"Okay, give us a minute and we'll be right outside with you." Your son brightly smilles at you, leaving the room as soon as possible to give you both space. You turn to Yeosang, pressing a morning kiss on his cheek. "Still sleepy?"

He shakes his head, kissing you back. "How about I play with him? You've had a long day yesterday. You can join us after."

You take up the offer, humming thankfully to him. "I'll be up in an hour, ready to play with you both."

You should've known that as much as you trust and love Yeosang, sometimes your man isn't the best at taking care of himself. It turns out that as soon as he sees the snow, he forgot to suit himself and your son better for the cold weather.

In the next hour that you did prepare yourself to play, you find the two shivering and sneezing on the couch. Remnants of winter found themselves between their strands, and you rushed over with two towels to dry them up. With guilty smiles and a facepalm from you, it wasn't long until they ran out of energy. With Yeosang laying on the couch, he supported your son on his chest, the little boy toppled over his dad.

Choi San

You and San were cudded up in the couch, enjoying each other's company while your little girl sits on his lap. While you cuddled up against his side, San would make silly faces and entertain her using various tones and voice impressions. The living room is filled with chuckles, and your daughter has plans on continuing the fun time outside the house.

"Can we build snowmans together?" Immediately, San's face brightens, and he lifts your daughter into the air.

"My Princess wants to go play in the snow? Then, of course, dadda wants to play in the snow too!" He smooches kisses all over her plump cheeks as she reaches over to squish her dad's face.

The two looks over at you, still seated on the couch with a comfortable thick blanket. Deciding to tease them a bit, you raise an eyebrow with a smirk. "Yes?"

"Mumma, you'll come build snowmans with me right?"

"And me!" San adds hurriedly. "You can't leave your big baby behind!"

You decide to tease them a bit more with a long thinking hum. Slowly and with a plan in your mind, you step out from the blanket, avoiding their eyes in the process. The two looks back at each other, blinking once and twice before directing their attention to you once more. But during this time, you're already near the front door, wrapping yourself in the appropriate winter attire. Realising what you're doing, San exclaims and runs to the door too. Your daughter jumps on the spot, her hands raised towards her dad and hurrying him up with his attire to put hers on next.

"First one to finish building a snowman first wins!" You declare before running to the snow to have a headstart.

"That's unfair!" Your husband and daughter said in unison.

Song Mingi

You got called into an emergency meeting and had to dash out the house. Not wanting to wake your son up earlier than his usual wake-up time, you only gave your proper goodbye kiss to your husband. The meeting was going longer than everyone had imagined. In the holiday season too when everyone would rather be home and enjoying their personal lifes, you could feel the energy draining with each second.

"Alright, let's take a fifteen."

It's a much needed break for the whole team. You sneaked off into the corner, checking your phone which you knew blew up with many texts from Mingi. You chuckle at the relay of photos: your son sleeping soundly on his bed, Mingi feeding him lots of food through delivery after almost burning the kitchen down last time, the two taking a cute selfie followed by a silly one. You definetely saved the last picture for your new lock screen. As soon as the new photo was set, an incoming call notification fills the top half of your screen.

"Yes, Princess?"

"Mumma!"

"Oh! My little Prince!" You hear Mingi fight with your son over the phone, ultimately losing in the end. "We just came back from playing in the snow!"

"Oh yeah?" You chuckle at his energetic mood. "How was it?"

"Dadda was so mean to me! We were making snowmans and he took all the branches for the arms and didn't share! And then because he's tall, he could see me hiding easily and then when I try to run, he wouldn't let me have a head start!"

His little rants are paired with a panicked excuse each time, and the chaotic chatter from over the phone is a better chaotic than the office walls you're confined into at the moment.

"Song Mingi," you start with a firm but playful voice, "don't be so mean!"

"I'm not, love! He's exaggerating!"

"Mum! Dad's being mean!"

"I'm not!"

You promised your son that as soon as you arrive back home, that you'll help him in a rematch with your giant husband.

Jung Wooyoung

The winter season has never been the best kind of weather for your energetic daughter that isn't the best at drying her hair after a shower. She does the bare minimum as she likes the cooling effect that the cooler weather has on her scalp. Nevertheless, you always try to make sure to get her hair as dry as possible.

This time though, your husband is put in charge for her hair as you're in the kitchen for lunch today. You could hear the giggles from the other side of the house, your daughter complaining that his touch tickles. Wooyoung took this time to his advantage, tickling his little daughter as much as he could. You always burnt the egg as you listen to their laughter, heart content at the sound; if your husband was beside you, he would be teasing you about the soon to be burnt egg over your daydreaming.

"Dadda."

"Hm?" Wooyoung hums.

"I'm bored."

"Well, maybe mum and I should teach you how to dry your own hair, Princess."

"No," she grumbles. Soon, her face lights up again, "Dadda, can we play outside?"

An eyebrow rises at the question, "In the snow?"

She turns around to her dad, nodding enthusiastically. "Please," she elongated the last sound.

"Maybe if you give me a kiss first," he points to his cheek. "One more here," he points to his other cheek. "And here," he puckers his lips for his daughter. "Last one!"

With a final 'mwah!' from the little one, Wooyoung lifted her to his chest, running to the kitchen where you're already turning towards the hurried footsteps.

"Love, we're going to be have a build a snowman competition outside!"

"Hey, wait-Jung Wooyoung! I don't think her hair is dry yet!"

Choi Jongho

Your little family gathered together around the kitchen island, playing board games, sipping on marshmallow filled hot chocolates, and enjoying each other's company. One of the characters in the game had their full winter attire on, looking extra fluffy and comfortable despite the below zero celcius temperature. However, it's not the attire that makes your son's eyes brighten curiously.

"Dadda, what is he holding?" His little index points at the snow goggles on his hand.

"That's something to protect our eyes from the snow."

"But, we never need to wear that…"

"It's because he's doing some sport actitvies in the snow," you continue to explain. "He's snow skiing," you point out the equipment that defines that sport, hearing your son's increasing curiousity.

Seeing this, Jongho leans over, patting his son's head. "Would you like to try someday?"

"Yes! Can we try now?"

"Unfortunately not now, baby, it takes some time and preparation-"

Jongho straightens his back, his chin held up in the air proudly. You tilt your head in confusion as he clears his throat and types in lightning speed on his phone. You didn't have time to properly ask him what he's doing when he sets the phone down, both hands on his hips with a wide smile.

"Pack your bags then! We're going snow skiing!"

It took you a while to process the words from his mouth. It's only when your son cheers and dashes off to his room that you understood the situation.

"…WE'RE DOING WHAT NOW-"

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Today is one of the biggest stages of your career. After being announced as the winner at an internationally recognised piano competition, winners from the last decade have all been invited under one roof to perform. Performers were given the chance to bring their friends and family. Your immediate family has been sitting comfortably in the venue for an hour before the concert started. Your mum insisted on coming in earlier for better seats, even though you explained many times that it's reserved ticketed seats. You found out later that it's because she wanted to take lots of photos of her daughter.

Of course, you invited Yunho to the event too. Upon mentioning the event, Yunho's smile fell as he mentioned the clash in his schedule. Your concert falls on the day before his birthday, and also during a tour stop. You spent the whole night celebrating him on call, falling asleep to his light snores from your earphones. By the time the sun rises, you're greeted with a good morning and good luck text for the day. You were about to reply to his text, but decided to press the green call button. He picks up the call with a radiant smile. He's devastated that he wouldn't be there, and you're devastated that you won't be next to him on an annual personal celebration.

"It'll all be recorded, Yuyu."

"Yeah, but," Yunho's shoulders slump, "it's not the same…I want to be there…"

You want him to be there, too. But at the start of this relationship, you both promised that, as much as you're each other's priority, unless it's a dire situation, both of you would put your work first. The stages where you both committed as a career, and where you both have the power to move the audience. The stage is the ground for creativity. The stage that you both aimed for together in high school and brought you both closer together.

There isn't much time left until you both need to go. Your concert is towards the start of the day, whilst ATEEZ's concert is at night. But, due to preparations, Yunho's day basically starts on the same day as yours.

You pout at a staff calling for Yunho at the background. "I'll call you tonight?"

Yunho blows a kiss to you. "As soon as the concert is finished, I'll call you."

You didn't say much to that, because you already had something up your sleeve. You've booked a flight to Malaysia, where ATEEZ is. You wanted to have it as a surprise, having the rest of the members by your side to plan this whole celebration out. With a final kiss to the screen, you got yourself ready to perform, smiling at the packed luggage in your waiting room before heading out.

Your playing went smoothly, your body relaxed, and your fingers skillfully going over the keys with flawless technicality. The audience erupts in claps as soon as your stage is finished, and you join your family in the audience. As soon as the event was finished, you took photos with the rest of the winners from previous years, connecting with those you've admired from the start of your journey. You're the luckiest to be able to have your belongings signed, and even luckier that they wanted to have theirs signed with yours. When the venue starts clearing, you're part of the crowd that rushes to the airport. Your family sends you knowing looks and passes their present for your boyfriend.

"Have a safe flight, and don't make him stay up too late. He's too tired to deal with your energy."

Your dad nods to your mum's teasing, and you playfully roll your eyes before heading off to check in. Waiting to board, you recorded a short voice message to your boyfriend, making sure your surroundings didn't sound like the airport. A final call to a flight almost exposed you, but you managed to send the recording just in time. A second after it's sent, Yunho comes online, hyping and congratulating you. He sends a quick mirror selfie with some makeup artists preparing him for soundcheck happening in a few hours. His contact name flashes on your screen for a video call request, and you run to a white wall as a background.

"Hi," you fix your hair after the rush.

Yunho raises an eyebrow. "You okay? Why do you look like you're running away from something?"

You chuckle, if only he knew you're trying to run to him. "Just stopping by my mum's office to collect something before going out to eat dinner."

"Make sure you get all the good things, love."

"I will." And his phone is snatched away from Wooyoung. "Hi, Woo!"

"Y/N! How was the stage? You need to send videos! We're all waiting." As soon as Wooyoung says the collective term, Mingi and San waves to the camera.

"Yep," San nods. "Definitely waiting." His tone is knowing and you put your index finger to your lips. San winks, throwing a thumbs up.

"Yunho is sulking because you're not here," Mingi's words gets Yunho to fake cry, and the room is full of laughter at the chaotic nature. "Yeah, see?"

You engaged with some small talk with them, as Hongjoong and Seonghwa joins in closely later. Yunho complains about his time with you being taken away as every second is precious admist the busy lives you both lead.

"Calm down! We don't get to talk to her much whenever we see her!" Seonghwa scolds him lightly.

Yunho doesn't know this as the members huddled around his phone as you chatter with them, but some members have their notes apps up, reassuring you that the cake and some light decorations you've ordered have arrived to the waiting room without his knowledge. You nod and give affirmative signs of relief and thankfulness, multi-tasking to engage with the conversation at the same time.

"I have to go," you smile at the members. "Can I see Yunho for a bit?" Yunho reaches for his phone without moving his body. "You look gorgeous," you see his cheeks blush underneath the makeup.

"Huge compliment coming from the gorgeous girl." He does his little nose scrunch, and you can't wait to see it soon in real life.

"I'll get going, but I'll see you soon, okay?" You hold up the promise ring that you turned into a necklace that Yunho gifted you on your anniversary. "I love you, Yunho."

"I love you more. Have a good dinner, okay?"

Yes, you will. A good dinner at a flight that will bring you closer to him.

According to your calculations, you should arrive in Malaysia closer to the end of the concert, but since this tour has send-offs, that give you more time to arrive to the venue, decorate the room and light the candles. Thankfully, the flight wasn't delayed, and you're able to find ATEEZ's manager easily.

"All ready?"

You nod to the manager's question, putting on your hat and mask in the car on the way to the concert venue. You're given the backstage landyard pass, and you're escorted into the waiting room where you greet some of the familiar company staff.

"They're at send-offs right now, and it'll probably only take another thirty minutes." You were informed, and got immediately to work with every second you have left.

The confetti is strung across the only blank wall. The rest of the staff helped with filling the space with balloons, as well as attaching a birthday banner and a silly memeful banner that you made with Jongho's help. The cake from the fridge is as perfect as the picture, and you settle the candles without lighting them yet. Soon, you hear some commotions down the hallway coming closer and louder. There were a pair of footsteps that seemed to rush first, and your eyes widen to a manager that hurriedly went out to check. Unfortunately, they were a bit too late because Yeosang comes in and stood still for a while.

He sees you, does a little clap of realisation and walks out. You hear the manager quickly calling to the members that they should do a quick group photo as a selfie and maybe film a few reels for the future to post. You see the work of the room, the staff cooing and melting at your gesture. One already has your phone, asking you to pose and ready to record you surprising Yunho. After final reassuring thumbs up, you texted Mingi for an 'okay' sign. You quickly light the candles of the cake, smiling to the camera as you hear the boys chattering outside.

"Why are you all pushing me to go first?" Yunho retaliates with obvious laughter. "What do you guys have in here that-"

The confettis pop as soon as Yunho walks in, and even though the noise was louder than most of the staff thought, your boyfriend is frozen as soon as he sees you. He blinks rapidly, hand that was once on the door handle falling to his side. He looks towards the members, hand covering his mouth in shock while they had proud smiles behind their recording phones.

When he turns back around to you, you're already closer to him with a cake written to celebrate his birthday. "I know it's early, but happy birthday."

Yunho settles the cake on a nearby table, and pulls you into his figure. The members squeals and cheers for their favourite couple. Your boyfriend tucks his face to the crook of your neck, holding onto you in disbelief. You happily return the embrace, playing with his hair and presses multiple kisses on his cheek.

"H-How are you here?" He asks breathlessly. He could fall asleep to your light touches, and the way you giggle against the shell of his ear. "You're crazy…"

"About you, yes. I thought that was obvious." Yunho pulls away to properly look at you. The chain around your neck holds his name engraved in the simple ring, and his holds your name on his finger. The sight has his heart beating rapidly. He's so full of love for you, and the way his orbs sparkle at you is enough without words. He cups your cheek, leaning down to capture your lips. He exhales into the familiarity of your love, thumbs brushing over your cheekbones. When you pull away, he doesn't let you go completely, wrapping an arm around your waist. You bring the cake again, raising it closer to him. "Make a wish."

If it wasn't you holding the sweet treat, he would've wished that it was you. If it was him talking to you over the phone, he would've wished for your presence next to him. But you're here. You flew to him despite your tight schedule to be with him. You pulled it off successfully, and went above and beyond anything he could've wished for.

He closes his eyes before the candles. I wish that every second of my life would be spent with you, and blew the warmth lightly.

Yunho admires the backdrop you created, making sure you're in every single photo with him. The rest of the members did too, making sure to get multiple angles of you and Yunho in the same pose. When it was time to share the cake, Yunho has you snuggled next to him, resting his head on your shoulder. The staffs and members chatted amongst themselves.

"Thank you for being crazy and being here."

Your laughter is Yunho's favourite sound, and he's lucky to be the one you chose. "I must be crazily in love with you, that's why."

Yunho knows how that feels like, because he feels strongly the same way. His hand intertwines with yours and he kisses the back of your hand. You firmly hold him, turning to face him by your side. Your eyes met with his genuine, sweet and kind gaze. Yunho dips his face closer to you, and your eyelids flutter shut. His nose nudges with yours, pecking your lips before pulling away for another one.

"I love you so much more."

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"Y/N! Thank goodness!" Mrs Jeong immediately embraces you, not waiting for you to shake off any snow on your outfit. "Thank you so much for coming."

"Of course. I wasn't doing anything important anyway, so thank you for calling me." You're not lying about that. You didn't think that preparing for tomorrow's blind date was important, at least not more important than Yunho.

The woman called you a few minutes ago, asking you to come over and take care of his bedridden son. From Yunho's insane schedule, you couldn't say that you didn't know this wasn't going to come. You warned him through text messages to dress warmly and to drink hot beverages against the cold weather. Your best friend said that he would do all those things, but given how you're here now, you wonder how much of it was actually true.

"I really have to run to the hospital now. I'm so sorry, sweetheart."

"No, please. It's okay!" You reassure her. As you hang your winter coat, you retrieve hers. "I hope everything is okay at the hospital. Drive safety, Auntie."

She's already halfway out the front door as you finish your greetings, but she turns back with a kind smile on her face. "Let me know if Yunho brings you real trouble. I'll smack him awake when I get home."

You shake your head playfully, watching her start the engine and driving away with a waving arm out the window. The front door closes with a reassuring click. Scanning the house, you clean the slight mess in the kitchen before checking up on Yunho. Besides, if you want to cook a hearty meal for him, it would be good to work in a cleaner space.

Across the hall, where the feverish boy lies under his blanket, he stirs awake at the mumbled engine. Yunho's eyelids feel especially heavy, and so does his back as he attempts to sit on his bed. The only light source was from the slightest crack on the bottom of his bedroom door, and despite that, his eyes squinted as if the room were on fire.

The poor boy pouts and sniffs before throwing his legs to the side of the bed to aim for the kitchen. He could tell that whoever is in the space is trying to keep their noises down as much as possible, and he smiles weakly at the consideration. He slides his feet across the wooden floor until he catches your familiar back on the sink.

His eyes are now better adjusted to the light, taking in the view in front of him: his childhood best friend, whom he has been in love with for so long, cleaning the familiar bowls and cutlery of his dinner from an hour ago. You hum lightly, shoulders swaying gently side to side to a rhythm. Yunho leans against the wall, eyes closing in relaxation to your voice. He could slumber back asleep at your singing, and the weakened state of his body only welcomed your tune even more.

"Yunho?" His name from your lips came as a calm whisper, but your frowning lips say otherwise. "I'm sorry, did I wake you?"You abandon the sink to skip towards him.

The boy shakes his head. "Did my mum call you here?"

"The hospital needed her urgently, and she was worried about leaving you alone, so she called me." As soon as you finish, your concerned look is replaced with a disapproving one. Your arms crossed against your chest, and an eyebrow rises. "Did you really keep yourself warm like you supposedly said you would on text?"

"Well, technically, the fact is that now I am warm so-"

"Yunho!" You exclaim. "I'm serious! Stop joking around! Your boss overworks you, and you don't know when you take breaks yourself. You wake up early and voluntarily stay towards the end to help your team members, which is fine, but not at the expense of your own health! Then I get texts from you," you whip your phone out, waiting for this moment:

golden puppy

don't be mad but

i got sick :((

BUT IT'S NOT SERIOUS OR ANYTHING

IT'S JUST A FEVER AND COLD AND COUGH

I'LL BE FINE SOON I PROMISE :((

"And mind you, that was four days ago, and the fact that your mum wouldn't leave you alone means that you're not at all better yet! Yunho, I told you to-"

Your rant is interrupted when Yunho can no longer keep his lips together. A snort came out from him, and if it's not the situation, you would've made fun of him. Realising his mistake, Yunho slaps a hand to his mouth, blinking innocently at you.

You roll your eyes, arms rising in exasperation. "I can't believe you. You're sick and all you're gonna do is laugh?"

"No, no," he puts his hands together, head hanging low. "I'm sorry. It seemed like I worried you a lot. I really did try to take care of myself…"

You exhale at his apology, knowing well that there's nothing much that you can do now. The prevention stage was a failure, and now you need to focus on helping Yunho recover as fast as possible.

You reach for his forehead against the back of your palm, your lips turning down at the temperature. "You're still really warm, Yun."

"Like I said, I am warm-" you smack his chest before he could finish.

"Go back to your room and sleep, you giant puppy." You uusher him out of the room by his shoulders and turn him around to the direction of his bedroom. Yunho didn't push against you, secretly needing you for energy anyway.

As soon as you turn the doorknob open, you can tell he's been living in there for the past week. The curtains are slightly opened, possibly to let a relaxing amount of sun in during daylight, but he never got to put away his laundry properly into his closet. There's a half-empty cup of water on his bedside table, and you could tell he fell asleep while gaming with his phone on his bed. You're reminded of Yunho's condition when he coughs beside you, hunching over as you pat his back with a knit between your eyebrows.

"Okay, come on," you guide him to the bed, making sure he slowly sits on the bed. You found his medicine checklist for the day, seeing that he hasn't checked off one after dinner. You wanted to scold him, but backed down when he looked over at you apologetically. You pop the aluminium cover of the medicine, dropping the pill into his palm. "Here," you kneel next to him and pass him the glass. "No, finish it," you tilt the cup back to his lips.

Yunho sighs in relief, regarding a soft smile. You brush his bangs to the side of his face calmly. He relaxes to your touch, reaching for your other free hand to hold. In the act, he pulls you closer and slots you between his legs. He rests his head on your chest, indulging himself in your familiar scent.

"Did I worry you that much?" He mumbles.

You hum, "You always make me worry."

"Yeah?" He pulls away slightly to see you properly, mischief written all over his eyes, "Are you worried about me, or are you worried about how no one can pick you up if you're in trouble?"

"Hey! I'm very capable of taking care of myself."

Yunho tilts his head in contemplation. "Tell me that again when you miss your bus."

"Shut up!" You ruffle his hair in laughter, whilst he tries to grab hold of you. "Fine then, next time I won't call you and you can explain to my mum why I would arrive home later than I should be!"

Yunho chuckles, "As if you wouldn't call me!"

The room blossoms with laughter until Yunho clears the itch down his throat. Your bottom lip juts, eyes looking over his pale face. "Alright, let's get you resting, okay?"

Stubbornly, he shakes his head and resorts to hiding his face in your chest. Without notice, an arm slithers to the back of your knees, and his other supports you back. You yelp as Yunho places you onto his lap and buries his face in the crook of your neck.

"Yunho?"

He inhales, "You should go before you get sick." But even though it's his suggestion, he only held you tighter. His thumb soothes the side of your knee, and you swear your heart skipped a beat or two. "Thank you for coming."

"Of course," you acknowledge. "You know I always would."

You're reminded of what you were doing before rushing over to Yunho's house. Your potential dresses for the date were all over the bed, and you were passing through your makeup bag aimlessly when none of the outfits felt fitting. You sent some of the pictures to Mingi, who was the one to set you up in the first place, but the man didn't offer much help. To be honest, Yunho would've been better for this kind of advice, but other than the fact that he's under the weather, you were scared of what he would say to you.

When Mingi rushed to tell you about the blind date excitedly, Yunho was next to you. He was silent throughout the whole time Mingi was filling you in on the details: about how he was showing a group picture with you in it, about how Mingi told his friend you're single, and that Mingi would let him know if you would be down for the date. You hesitated at first, and you stole a glance at Yunho, who stared off into the distance. He didn't tell you not to go, but he didn't encourage you either. All he did was playfully nudge you by the shoulder and indifferently say, "Well, whatever you choose to do, I support you." And for some reason, that should've comforted you, knowing that your best friend would always reliably support you. But as much as he's your best friend, he's someone that you love more than just friends, and his 'encouragement' hurt more than ever.

As if he read your mind, Yunho comments tiredly, "Are you excited for tomorrow?"

Unconsciously, you grip onto his arm, "I guess? I don't know this guy other than he's Mingi's friend."

"I'm Mingi's friend too." The comment was supposed to be kept in his head.

"I know…?" You furrow your eyebrows.

"So, you're only going because it's Mingi's friend?" He completely pulls away from you this time. His eyes lost the glimmer from the light moments a few minutes ago, and he looks into your orbs delicately. "Are you really going tomorrow?"

"Well, I have no reason not to go," you gulp.

Yunho's shoulders visibly slump, and he nods defeatedly, "I see."

The hand on your back moves to pat your head. Whilst Yunho already looks away, you couldn't help but keep your eyes on his side profile. Your eyes trace his cheekbones to the slope of his nose. The way his lips slightly parted as he breathed warmly against your skin. You had to forcefully turn your head away.

"Let me know if you need me to pick you up after."

You shake your head. "I doubt you'll be better by tomorrow."

"But if you ask me to, I would do it regardless."

Tell me not to go, you wanted to tell him. You want him to tell you that the date isn't worth it. That the date won't be fun. That he's sick and that you should take care of him instead. You wanted him to tell you to stay the night, so that you'll have a better excuse of coming to the date late or better yet, to not show up at all.

"Okay," is the reply you settled on. You will yourself to look at him one last time before walking away for him to rest. Yunho looks back at you when you poke his moles. "They're cute."

"I remember that time you said that you wanted to bite me because they looked like chocolate chips."

"I was a kid and I was craving chocolates!" You try to reason.

"And then you almost burnt the house down trying to bake some."

"We almost burnt the house down. Don't leave yourself out of the situation!"

You finally hop out of his embrace, already missing the stability that Yunho gave. But you knew that if you didn't, Yunho would never get the rest that he needed. Understanding you, Yunho finally lies down whilst you tuck him in.

"I'll be here until your mum comes back. I'm just in the living room if you need anything."

"Alright."

Making sure he's tucked in, you finally lift yourself off the bed. "Sweet dreams."

Your intentions to leave the room were so that he could rest, but your absence only made Yunho toss and turn around the bed. His mind wanders to how your hand could be interlaced with someone else. How you might tell him about your life stories, and if he would come up in the conversation. If you would fall in love with him, the same way that he's fallen in love with you all these years. And if he told you now, would you not go? Would you stay with him to make sure he would recover properly? Or would saying anything only make you turn away and never look back? He couldn't imagine losing you over a petty confession, but could he deal with the consequences of a possible successful date that you go to that's not with him?

"No," he concluded. "I can't deal with it."

Deciding that reason alone is enough, he kicks his blanket away and yanks his door open. If you left, he would've known since he wasn't asleep, but if you did, he knew he wouldn't be able to stop you properly. At the approaching footsteps, you swirl your head back to see Yunho behind the couch. His face is slightly flushed, and he hurries over to the other side to face you properly.

"I'm in love with someone." Yunho gulps as you blink at him wordlessly.

"O-Okay?" You stutter despite the sharp pain against your chest. "Who? Do I know her?"

"Y-Yeah, I'll tell you after your date tomorrow." With that, he begins walking away.

You raised an eyebrow, taken aback at the response. "You're telling me all that, but you're not telling me the full story?"

"R-Right, no. You're right, uhm," Yunho fidgets in his spot. His fingers push against each other, eyes wandering around everywhere but you. It's probably a good call for you too because you're unsure of how to face him after the information drop.

Eventually, seeing the troubled boy, you could only smile somberly. You've been prepared for this moment your whole life. The way that your eyes aren't welling up is a miracle. Pushing your feelings away, you shuffle closer to him, landing a soft touch on his forearm. The boy widens his eyes at the hug you offer. The pats on his broad back is slow, and unknowing of your heavy emotions, he found reassurance in them.

"Yun, we can talk about this later, you know?"

"No, we can't," he shakes his head. "Because what if you fall in love tomorrow?"

"I doubt it, but we can still talk about your love life even if I do-"

Yunho pulls away, a firm hold on your shoulders. "Don't go tomorrow. Please don't fall in love with someone other than me."

Your eyes widen and with the stunned look at your face, Yunho contemplates laughing his words away. But the thought of losing you made him gulp his nervousness away. The hands on your shoulders slide to your hands, holding them gently. His gaze settles upon you, taking in the way your lips have parted.

"I know it's unfair to say this, but I just can't see the girl I've been head over heels with fall in love with someone she's met in a day." Yunho's voice grows quieter with each word, but had no intention from stopping. "If you want to go, I won't stop you. You know I'll always support you," he chuckles timidly. "But I wish you wouldn't go…I wish you would selfishly just stay with me. Y/N, I-" he exhales, "I've always only seen you. I've always loved you as a friend, but more than that for the longest time."

You didn't mean to stumble back at that moment, and Yunho steps forward to break a potential fall. But he retracts in the last second, scared that you needed space. He looks down to the silly pattern of his socks, lips trapped between his teeth in defeat.

"I'm sorry if this made you uncomfortable," he begins again. "I'll just…" he throws a thumb behind him, beginning to walk away. It's when he turns away that you stop him, an arm around his middle and your cheek against his back. "Y-Y/N?"

You shake your head, figuring out the words that you want to say. "I didn't mean to back away at that moment, Yun. I-I'm just shocked that you like me in that way."

Yunho just looks at your intertwined hands. "You don't have to answer. And if you don't feel the same way, we can still be friends-"

"I don't want to be friends, Yunho."

Something in Yunho breaks apart. His chest pangs in hurt, and he has to suppress the growing tears. When you let him go, he had to force every muscle within him to move. You step infront of him before he could do so, pressing a sure kiss onto his chin. Mirroring your previous look, his eyes widen, the tips of his fingers touching where your lips were on his skin.

"I love you more than friends, Yunho."

He spent no time in getting your presence closer to him, cradling you into him. Your head to his chest while a hand combs through your hair. His other arm supporting your lower body to slightly lift you so that he could press a tender kiss to your forehead.

Disbelief washes over him, "Y-You're not joking, right?"

Your eyebrow raises, "What can I do to convince you?"

"Kiss me," he replies. "Not on my lips because you might get sick but just kiss me again-"

You didn't listen to his worries. If you got sick, then you could stay in with him; given your parents would let you out the house. So, you tiptoed as you gently nudge his nose with yours and hugged his bottom lips with yours. Yunho melts, his shoulders relaxing and chest full of love. The corner of his lips rises, only fueling the intimacy of the moment.

"Now, couldn't you guys have waited until after Yunho is healthy?" The introduction of the new voice is teasing but the only thing breaking apart is the kiss. "Okay, Yunho, sleep," his mother points deeper in the house. "Y/N, there's mouthwash in the bathroom for you to use."

"Mum!"

He hates being sick because it would always keep him away from you. And, now that he's had a taste of your sweet lips, he can't risk another sickness. He's too lovesick for you. And that's the only 'sickness' he could approve of.

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Park Seonghwa

Seonghwa would be the type to make sure his little girl dressed appropriately and warmly before stepping outside to the cold. He would ask you multiple times if the layers are enough, not minding the way your child tried to reassure her dad that it was indeed more than enough.

"Dad, I'm going to be too hot!" Already beginning to take the scarf around her neck.

"Better this than getting sick!"

You press a reassuring kiss to his lips, "She's going to be fine, Hwa. She's going to be warm enough."

Your husband could only pout. "I just don't want her sick. The snow is fun and all but-"

"She won't be," you hushed him with another peck.

After, you kneel to adjust the scarf around your daughter's neck. Next, the jacket is zipped up to the top, and the knitted hat keeps her head warm and covered. As soon as the front door opens, your daughter grabs Seonghwa's hand, pulling her loving dad along with her to make snow angels. Seonghwa's worries disappeared almost immediately with how his little one encouraged him to fight the cold, trying to reason that if he put in passion into making the angel, his body would be warm anyway from the movement. In a way it's a true, and it did motivate Seonghwa to have the best time in the snow with his family.

Eventually, you got dragged into the snow too, and you lay on the other side of your daughter, imprinting your figures into the snow with your loving family. Soon, one snow angel turned into two, and the whole front yard became decorated in the family's figures; and a mini competition to who can make the most in the limited space.

Kim Hongjoong

"You want to go out?" Hongjoong made sure to double check his daughter's words. He looked over to the window, where rememnants of the snow still flickers in the air. "It's still snowing!"

"Exactly, dad!" Her little hands were too small to cover his, but even so, her eagerness to have fun after being cooped in the house during the storm a couple of days again only made her want to sprinkle snow everywhere. "Please dad? Mum said I could only go if you agree."

He peers over to the couch where you mischievously smirk to him. Everyone knows that he has always been an introvert who prefers a ceiling over his head. Because of the snow for safety reasons, he was able to make the best of winter with his family. But with that, your motherly instincts informed him that when the storm lets up, your daughter would one-hundred percent want to play in the snow. Hongjoong knew that you had a victory smile at the mini you's request, blowing a kiss to him to make sure he knows that you're right.

The man looks to his daughter once more, her eyes filled with hope. Who was he to take it away from her?

"On one condition," your daughter nods. "You and me, we're teaming up against your mum in a snowball fight."

The said snowball fight ended up with you sweeping an easy victory. Your husband is slightly clumsy, and your daughter is second to his clumsiness in that way. Plus, he isn't used to the cold, and even though your daughter was, what really secured your win is the way she betrayed her dad to join your team instead.

"Hey! That's unfa-" Poor Hongjoong couldn't finish his sentence with the snowball directly hitting his face.

Jeong Yunho

Ever since your little princess was born, your husband has paid his utmost attention to her. With the enormous love that he has for her, Yunho could never refuse those round, dazzling orbs whenever she asks her dad for something. You always had to remind him to not spoil her too much, and after each reminder, Yunho would cuddle you in an attempt to get you to go easy on him.

With that being said, there are a lot of times that his defeat led to a whole family win. Such as this time right now when you're washing the dishes from lunch and your girl tugs at your apron.

"Yes, Sweetie?" You bend over to press a forehead kiss to your daughter.

"Mumma, let's play in the snow!"

"Did you ask Dadda yet?"

She shakes her head. "But I'm sure he'll come along if you do!"

Yunho who's been eavesdropping peaks into the kitchen from the living room. "Yes!" Your husband delightfully accepts which delights your daughter. She runs towards her dad, getting carried in his arms. "Let's go play as a family!"

Without another second, Yunho reveals the secret stash of snow toys from under the cabinet. He's been keeping this for this moment, and you know how much he's been looking forward to use them. You shake your head at the snow sled, but somehow got convinced when the two most important people in your life endearly bribes you with kisses and hugs; those eyes are definitely genetics.

You abandoned the rest of the dishes that day, spending the rest of the afternoon building snow ducks along the porch. Your daughter sits on the sled as Yunho pulls her around the area by the connecting rope. And despite your worries of any injuries, you're sure that your daughter will come back unscratched since Yunho is there.

Kang Yeosang

"Snow, snow! It's snowing!"

Your son had the brightest idea to wake both Yeosang and you up as soon as the cloud sparkles diamonds down. Yeosang manages to fully awaken first, rubbing his eyes and calmly smiling to calm your son's energy. Of course, his attempt was formidable, but not so much in the long run as soon as he was fully awake.

"Mum! Dad!" Your son calls out for the nth time. He hops onto the bed, pulling your blanket away. "It's snowing! Let's go play!"

The sun has only been up in the sky for a few minutes, and it has you wondering if he even slept this whole time. Yeosang chuckles, smoothing down his son's hair.

"It's snowing?" Your son points at the window. "Ah…" Even with the remnants of sleep still within you, Yeosang's late realisation has you chuckling. "It really is snowing."

"I've been saying that for a while now, dad!"

"Okay, give us a minute and we'll be right outside with you." Your son brightly smilles at you, leaving the room as soon as possible to give you both space. You turn to Yeosang, pressing a morning kiss on his cheek. "Still sleepy?"

He shakes his head, kissing you back. "How about I play with him? You've had a long day yesterday. You can join us after."

You take up the offer, humming thankfully to him. "I'll be up in an hour, ready to play with you both."

You should've known that as much as you trust and love Yeosang, sometimes your man isn't the best at taking care of himself. It turns out that as soon as he sees the snow, he forgot to suit himself and your son better for the cold weather.

In the next hour that you did prepare yourself to play, you find the two shivering and sneezing on the couch. Remnants of winter found themselves between their strands, and you rushed over with two towels to dry them up. With guilty smiles and a facepalm from you, it wasn't long until they ran out of energy. With Yeosang laying on the couch, he supported your son on his chest, the little boy toppled over his dad.

Choi San

You and San were cudded up in the couch, enjoying each other's company while your little girl sits on his lap. While you cuddled up against his side, San would make silly faces and entertain her using various tones and voice impressions. The living room is filled with chuckles, and your daughter has plans on continuing the fun time outside the house.

"Can we build snowmans together?" Immediately, San's face brightens, and he lifts your daughter into the air.

"My Princess wants to go play in the snow? Then, of course, dadda wants to play in the snow too!" He smooches kisses all over her plump cheeks as she reaches over to squish her dad's face.

The two looks over at you, still seated on the couch with a comfortable thick blanket. Deciding to tease them a bit, you raise an eyebrow with a smirk. "Yes?"

"Mumma, you'll come build snowmans with me right?"

"And me!" San adds hurriedly. "You can't leave your big baby behind!"

You decide to tease them a bit more with a long thinking hum. Slowly and with a plan in your mind, you step out from the blanket, avoiding their eyes in the process. The two looks back at each other, blinking once and twice before directing their attention to you once more. But during this time, you're already near the front door, wrapping yourself in the appropriate winter attire. Realising what you're doing, San exclaims and runs to the door too. Your daughter jumps on the spot, her hands raised towards her dad and hurrying him up with his attire to put hers on next.

"First one to finish building a snowman first wins!" You declare before running to the snow to have a headstart.

"That's unfair!" Your husband and daughter said in unison.

Song Mingi

You got called into an emergency meeting and had to dash out the house. Not wanting to wake your son up earlier than his usual wake-up time, you only gave your proper goodbye kiss to your husband. The meeting was going longer than everyone had imagined. In the holiday season too when everyone would rather be home and enjoying their personal lifes, you could feel the energy draining with each second.

"Alright, let's take a fifteen."

It's a much needed break for the whole team. You sneaked off into the corner, checking your phone which you knew blew up with many texts from Mingi. You chuckle at the relay of photos: your son sleeping soundly on his bed, Mingi feeding him lots of food through delivery after almost burning the kitchen down last time, the two taking a cute selfie followed by a silly one. You definetely saved the last picture for your new lock screen. As soon as the new photo was set, an incoming call notification fills the top half of your screen.

"Yes, Princess?"

"Mumma!"

"Oh! My little Prince!" You hear Mingi fight with your son over the phone, ultimately losing in the end. "We just came back from playing in the snow!"

"Oh yeah?" You chuckle at his energetic mood. "How was it?"

"Dadda was so mean to me! We were making snowmans and he took all the branches for the arms and didn't share! And then because he's tall, he could see me hiding easily and then when I try to run, he wouldn't let me have a head start!"

His little rants are paired with a panicked excuse each time, and the chaotic chatter from over the phone is a better chaotic than the office walls you're confined into at the moment.

"Song Mingi," you start with a firm but playful voice, "don't be so mean!"

"I'm not, love! He's exaggerating!"

"Mum! Dad's being mean!"

"I'm not!"

You promised your son that as soon as you arrive back home, that you'll help him in a rematch with your giant husband.

Jung Wooyoung

The winter season has never been the best kind of weather for your energetic daughter that isn't the best at drying her hair after a shower. She does the bare minimum as she likes the cooling effect that the cooler weather has on her scalp. Nevertheless, you always try to make sure to get her hair as dry as possible.

This time though, your husband is put in charge for her hair as you're in the kitchen for lunch today. You could hear the giggles from the other side of the house, your daughter complaining that his touch tickles. Wooyoung took this time to his advantage, tickling his little daughter as much as he could. You always burnt the egg as you listen to their laughter, heart content at the sound; if your husband was beside you, he would be teasing you about the soon to be burnt egg over your daydreaming.

"Dadda."

"Hm?" Wooyoung hums.

"I'm bored."

"Well, maybe mum and I should teach you how to dry your own hair, Princess."

"No," she grumbles. Soon, her face lights up again, "Dadda, can we play outside?"

An eyebrow rises at the question, "In the snow?"

She turns around to her dad, nodding enthusiastically. "Please," she elongated the last sound.

"Maybe if you give me a kiss first," he points to his cheek. "One more here," he points to his other cheek. "And here," he puckers his lips for his daughter. "Last one!"

With a final 'mwah!' from the little one, Wooyoung lifted her to his chest, running to the kitchen where you're already turning towards the hurried footsteps.

"Love, we're going to be have a build a snowman competition outside!"

"Hey, wait-Jung Wooyoung! I don't think her hair is dry yet!"

Choi Jongho

Your little family gathered together around the kitchen island, playing board games, sipping on marshmallow filled hot chocolates, and enjoying each other's company. One of the characters in the game had their full winter attire on, looking extra fluffy and comfortable despite the below zero celcius temperature. However, it's not the attire that makes your son's eyes brighten curiously.

"Dadda, what is he holding?" His little index points at the snow goggles on his hand.

"That's something to protect our eyes from the snow."

"But, we never need to wear that…"

"It's because he's doing some sport actitvies in the snow," you continue to explain. "He's snow skiing," you point out the equipment that defines that sport, hearing your son's increasing curiousity.

Seeing this, Jongho leans over, patting his son's head. "Would you like to try someday?"

"Yes! Can we try now?"

"Unfortunately not now, baby, it takes some time and preparation-"

Jongho straightens his back, his chin held up in the air proudly. You tilt your head in confusion as he clears his throat and types in lightning speed on his phone. You didn't have time to properly ask him what he's doing when he sets the phone down, both hands on his hips with a wide smile.

"Pack your bags then! We're going snow skiing!"

It took you a while to process the words from his mouth. It's only when your son cheers and dashes off to his room that you understood the situation.

"…WE'RE DOING WHAT NOW-"

navi/masterlist!! 🤍 ateez masterlist

Today is one of the biggest stages of your career. After being announced as the winner at an internationally recognised piano competition, winners from the last decade have all been invited under one roof to perform. Performers were given the chance to bring their friends and family. Your immediate family has been sitting comfortably in the venue for an hour before the concert started. Your mum insisted on coming in earlier for better seats, even though you explained many times that it's reserved ticketed seats. You found out later that it's because she wanted to take lots of photos of her daughter.

Of course, you invited Yunho to the event too. Upon mentioning the event, Yunho's smile fell as he mentioned the clash in his schedule. Your concert falls on the day before his birthday, and also during a tour stop. You spent the whole night celebrating him on call, falling asleep to his light snores from your earphones. By the time the sun rises, you're greeted with a good morning and good luck text for the day. You were about to reply to his text, but decided to press the green call button. He picks up the call with a radiant smile. He's devastated that he wouldn't be there, and you're devastated that you won't be next to him on an annual personal celebration.

"It'll all be recorded, Yuyu."

"Yeah, but," Yunho's shoulders slump, "it's not the same…I want to be there…"

You want him to be there, too. But at the start of this relationship, you both promised that, as much as you're each other's priority, unless it's a dire situation, both of you would put your work first. The stages where you both committed as a career, and where you both have the power to move the audience. The stage is the ground for creativity. The stage that you both aimed for together in high school and brought you both closer together.

There isn't much time left until you both need to go. Your concert is towards the start of the day, whilst ATEEZ's concert is at night. But, due to preparations, Yunho's day basically starts on the same day as yours.

You pout at a staff calling for Yunho at the background. "I'll call you tonight?"

Yunho blows a kiss to you. "As soon as the concert is finished, I'll call you."

You didn't say much to that, because you already had something up your sleeve. You've booked a flight to Malaysia, where ATEEZ is. You wanted to have it as a surprise, having the rest of the members by your side to plan this whole celebration out. With a final kiss to the screen, you got yourself ready to perform, smiling at the packed luggage in your waiting room before heading out.

Your playing went smoothly, your body relaxed, and your fingers skillfully going over the keys with flawless technicality. The audience erupts in claps as soon as your stage is finished, and you join your family in the audience. As soon as the event was finished, you took photos with the rest of the winners from previous years, connecting with those you've admired from the start of your journey. You're the luckiest to be able to have your belongings signed, and even luckier that they wanted to have theirs signed with yours. When the venue starts clearing, you're part of the crowd that rushes to the airport. Your family sends you knowing looks and passes their present for your boyfriend.

"Have a safe flight, and don't make him stay up too late. He's too tired to deal with your energy."

Your dad nods to your mum's teasing, and you playfully roll your eyes before heading off to check in. Waiting to board, you recorded a short voice message to your boyfriend, making sure your surroundings didn't sound like the airport. A final call to a flight almost exposed you, but you managed to send the recording just in time. A second after it's sent, Yunho comes online, hyping and congratulating you. He sends a quick mirror selfie with some makeup artists preparing him for soundcheck happening in a few hours. His contact name flashes on your screen for a video call request, and you run to a white wall as a background.

"Hi," you fix your hair after the rush.

Yunho raises an eyebrow. "You okay? Why do you look like you're running away from something?"

You chuckle, if only he knew you're trying to run to him. "Just stopping by my mum's office to collect something before going out to eat dinner."

"Make sure you get all the good things, love."

"I will." And his phone is snatched away from Wooyoung. "Hi, Woo!"

"Y/N! How was the stage? You need to send videos! We're all waiting." As soon as Wooyoung says the collective term, Mingi and San waves to the camera.

"Yep," San nods. "Definitely waiting." His tone is knowing and you put your index finger to your lips. San winks, throwing a thumbs up.

"Yunho is sulking because you're not here," Mingi's words gets Yunho to fake cry, and the room is full of laughter at the chaotic nature. "Yeah, see?"

You engaged with some small talk with them, as Hongjoong and Seonghwa joins in closely later. Yunho complains about his time with you being taken away as every second is precious admist the busy lives you both lead.

"Calm down! We don't get to talk to her much whenever we see her!" Seonghwa scolds him lightly.

Yunho doesn't know this as the members huddled around his phone as you chatter with them, but some members have their notes apps up, reassuring you that the cake and some light decorations you've ordered have arrived to the waiting room without his knowledge. You nod and give affirmative signs of relief and thankfulness, multi-tasking to engage with the conversation at the same time.

"I have to go," you smile at the members. "Can I see Yunho for a bit?" Yunho reaches for his phone without moving his body. "You look gorgeous," you see his cheeks blush underneath the makeup.

"Huge compliment coming from the gorgeous girl." He does his little nose scrunch, and you can't wait to see it soon in real life.

"I'll get going, but I'll see you soon, okay?" You hold up the promise ring that you turned into a necklace that Yunho gifted you on your anniversary. "I love you, Yunho."

"I love you more. Have a good dinner, okay?"

Yes, you will. A good dinner at a flight that will bring you closer to him.

According to your calculations, you should arrive in Malaysia closer to the end of the concert, but since this tour has send-offs, that give you more time to arrive to the venue, decorate the room and light the candles. Thankfully, the flight wasn't delayed, and you're able to find ATEEZ's manager easily.

"All ready?"

You nod to the manager's question, putting on your hat and mask in the car on the way to the concert venue. You're given the backstage landyard pass, and you're escorted into the waiting room where you greet some of the familiar company staff.

"They're at send-offs right now, and it'll probably only take another thirty minutes." You were informed, and got immediately to work with every second you have left.

The confetti is strung across the only blank wall. The rest of the staff helped with filling the space with balloons, as well as attaching a birthday banner and a silly memeful banner that you made with Jongho's help. The cake from the fridge is as perfect as the picture, and you settle the candles without lighting them yet. Soon, you hear some commotions down the hallway coming closer and louder. There were a pair of footsteps that seemed to rush first, and your eyes widen to a manager that hurriedly went out to check. Unfortunately, they were a bit too late because Yeosang comes in and stood still for a while.

He sees you, does a little clap of realisation and walks out. You hear the manager quickly calling to the members that they should do a quick group photo as a selfie and maybe film a few reels for the future to post. You see the work of the room, the staff cooing and melting at your gesture. One already has your phone, asking you to pose and ready to record you surprising Yunho. After final reassuring thumbs up, you texted Mingi for an 'okay' sign. You quickly light the candles of the cake, smiling to the camera as you hear the boys chattering outside.

"Why are you all pushing me to go first?" Yunho retaliates with obvious laughter. "What do you guys have in here that-"

The confettis pop as soon as Yunho walks in, and even though the noise was louder than most of the staff thought, your boyfriend is frozen as soon as he sees you. He blinks rapidly, hand that was once on the door handle falling to his side. He looks towards the members, hand covering his mouth in shock while they had proud smiles behind their recording phones.

When he turns back around to you, you're already closer to him with a cake written to celebrate his birthday. "I know it's early, but happy birthday."

Yunho settles the cake on a nearby table, and pulls you into his figure. The members squeals and cheers for their favourite couple. Your boyfriend tucks his face to the crook of your neck, holding onto you in disbelief. You happily return the embrace, playing with his hair and presses multiple kisses on his cheek.

"H-How are you here?" He asks breathlessly. He could fall asleep to your light touches, and the way you giggle against the shell of his ear. "You're crazy…"

"About you, yes. I thought that was obvious." Yunho pulls away to properly look at you. The chain around your neck holds his name engraved in the simple ring, and his holds your name on his finger. The sight has his heart beating rapidly. He's so full of love for you, and the way his orbs sparkle at you is enough without words. He cups your cheek, leaning down to capture your lips. He exhales into the familiarity of your love, thumbs brushing over your cheekbones. When you pull away, he doesn't let you go completely, wrapping an arm around your waist. You bring the cake again, raising it closer to him. "Make a wish."

If it wasn't you holding the sweet treat, he would've wished that it was you. If it was him talking to you over the phone, he would've wished for your presence next to him. But you're here. You flew to him despite your tight schedule to be with him. You pulled it off successfully, and went above and beyond anything he could've wished for.

He closes his eyes before the candles. I wish that every second of my life would be spent with you, and blew the warmth lightly.

Yunho admires the backdrop you created, making sure you're in every single photo with him. The rest of the members did too, making sure to get multiple angles of you and Yunho in the same pose. When it was time to share the cake, Yunho has you snuggled next to him, resting his head on your shoulder. The staffs and members chatted amongst themselves.

"Thank you for being crazy and being here."

Your laughter is Yunho's favourite sound, and he's lucky to be the one you chose. "I must be crazily in love with you, that's why."

Yunho knows how that feels like, because he feels strongly the same way. His hand intertwines with yours and he kisses the back of your hand. You firmly hold him, turning to face him by your side. Your eyes met with his genuine, sweet and kind gaze. Yunho dips his face closer to you, and your eyelids flutter shut. His nose nudges with yours, pecking your lips before pulling away for another one.

"I love you so much more."

navi/masterlist!! 🤍 ateez masterlist

i made this such a long time ago and was supposed to release this in july this year but it just slipped my mind 😭 but anyways it's here now! hope you guys enjoy this little one!!

mark lee

brain malfunctioning

"mark? are you alright?"

alright? define alright.

if that meant that he knows what to write for the next love song for the group, then yes, he's more than alright

a blush creeps up to his face and he looks away

you caught on and twirled to fully shoe off your dress, giggling at how mark left out a small "oh damn dude…” under his breath

and then you would tease him about him calling you a dude

huang renjun

you're a little behind schedule, but renjun understands that and told you a fake earlier time

but as he's waiting for you, he couldn't help but hear the sighs coming out from your shared room

"need any help, love?" he shouted with a smile adorning his face and a shake of his head

"yeah could you come in for a sec?"

"yeah what's up-" his breath is taken away right there

and so was your frown, now replaced with a satisfied smile

"good?" You asked shyly

renjun stuttered over his words, so he nodded instead before shutting the door

"t-take your time!"

lee jeno

it was supposed to only be a quick stop at the mall and the purchases were made for your friend's birthday

you decide to gift her a dress, one that she's been eyeing for a while

jeno is dragged there but as soon as you let his hand go to smooth the fabric, he couldn't even blame you

"ok i'm going to try this on for a sec." As you and your friend have the same size

jeno just nodded, the image of the dress in front of you already making me excited

when you walked out of the dressing room for a better full body mirror, you're surprised with a hug

"i'm buying this for you," as he plants kisses on the crook of your neck, tightening his hold so that you won't run away

na jaemin

spoils you in every little way possible and so when he comes home with a handful of bags you couldn't help but gasp

"how much did you spend?!"

"hear me out!" he interjected, "these are necessities."

"...they're not food, jaemin."

"well...they make you look like one-ow! ok ok!" kisses you on the forehead and looks at you with sparkling eyes "try these on for me?"

"fine..."

jaemin paces around the room, excited about his new purchases

you, on the other side of the door, are amazed by his perfect choice of clothing for you

he really is the most perfect, attentive boyfriend

as soon as the door clicks open, jaemin lifts you up by your waist and pushes you back inside the room, kicking the bedroom door shut

lee haechan

the choice of outfit was his last straw in keeping your secret relationship...no longer a secret

he knew the moment you walked out of your house with it on, his eye twitched with jealousy as other guys were at this party

but you're free to wear whatever you want

you're happy to know that his camera roll is full of you posing in the sunset with your outfit

"let me see!"

"my eyes only!"

"hey," someone pushed in, haechan's face souring and eyes slightly glaring, "i was wondering if you ever want to go on a date with me...?"

"excuse me?" Haechan let's out first, an arm around your waist where the stitching of the dress accentuates your figure, "stay away from my gorgeous girlfriend."

zhong chenle

his fashion brand is opening a new women's section

what better way to have you as his model

of course, being the supportive girlfriend you are, you agreed to the modelling, excited at the designs on the paper at first sight

"wait what?" chenle exclaims when he opened the final product, the dress length different from what he expected, "it was supposed to be a long dress but it ended up being this? this is the third time they messed up on the work! tell them we're not going to work with them anym-"

"it's so pretty, lele." you appear next to him, kissing his cheek. "can i try it anyway?"

he has no reason to reject, and that ended up being his best choice

"HOLD THAT CALL-"

park jisung

brain mulfunction part. 2

you're having a little fashion show in front of the mirror, one pile full of clothes to donate to those who would give them more love

"i mean...i guess?" not sure of which to donate anymore

as the unchecked pile decreases, you realise a dress that you've never seen before

"...huh?" but soon your eyes widened at how pretty it is, two thumbs on the shoulder straps to pull it up, "ok, i don't remember getting this but let's go, i guess"

jisung keys into the apartment when you were changing, "bubs i'm home!"

your excitement made you forget your little poses to the mirror, running out the door to hug your boyfriend

and as jisung holds the side of your exposed waist through the cutout of the dress, his eyes widened, "o-oh you found it..."

your head tilted before a moment of realisation, "i'm sorry was it supposed to be a surprise? i'm so sorry i just found it on the floor i guess, and it got mixed up with my clothes because i was decluttering and-"

"i say this is the best surprise I could get after coming home."

the most gorgeous, sweetest dress on you, making him place a kiss to your lips

navi/masterlist!! 🤍 nct dream masterlist